Quick quiz: Which of these—zombies, Donny & Marie, menopause and mullets—does not belong with the others?
After three-plus years loitering in this space, Showstopper under my watch concludes with this final edition. With a twinge of sadness, I’m pushing on from the shores of Vegas Seven toward new professional waters.
What happens when these sitcom "women" get the reality show treatment?
Check your health plan—does it cover For the Record: Baz? Medically speaking, you’d know the condition as whiplash—but with music, triple plots, doomed love, poison, gangs, a prostitute, actors hanging off half-moons and voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir.
Described as “a show breaking out in a bar,” the production is a cabaret-style mash-up of musical theater and rock concert excerpting scenes and songs that have been injected, often anachronistically, by Baz Luhrmann into his films.
In a nostalgic mood, Vegas Seven invited several Super Summer vets to reminisce about the challenges, frustrations, oddities and, ultimately, unabashed love for the stage at Spring Mountain Ranch State Park.
After 17 years of performing “genital origami” to international audiences, public penile manipulators have a home at the Erotic Heritage Museum’s appropriately named Jewel Box venue. And it’s as fascinatingly freaky as advertised.
I have to believe what we get at Westgate Las Vegas’ "Elvis: The Experience" is to the legend what house slippers are to blue suede shoes.
Despite Cirque’s worshipful "Michael Jackson ONE," "MJ Live" remains a more down-to-earth evocation of Jackson’s performance power, its far lower production values cementing that appeal.