A spoof of “Pawn Stars” headed to the Golden Nugget early next year promises a “big musical finale, and almost every Vegas cliche you can think of,” says Troy Heard, its director and co-writer. But the very idea of “Pawn Shop Live” is more like the opposite of a Vegas cliche. So is its path to a showroom.
Hypnotists are cruel bastards, but also kind of underappreciated. It’s an undeniably guilty form of voyeurism to watch Marc Savard give a guy jock itch, or Anthony Cools cast another one with “hoop burn,” causing him to dog-scoot the stage trying to put it out.
Chuck Brennan says he is a major supporter of charity events in Las Vegas, but “normally, the first thing I’m trying to do is figure out how to get the heck out of there.”
The pirate-girl booty quake left Treasure Island without giving us time to mourn. But at Caesars Palace, a robotic sibling rivalry has a new lease on life.
We’re now in that time of year that usually involves extended family time, and the resulting thin line between endearing and annoying. And so it is with the Tommy Wind magic show.
’Tis the season. The low season, if you ask most Scroogey show producers, but a special time for a few Las Vegas Charlie Browns.
Las Vegas may want a commitment from Michael Buble, but it will settle for a one-night stand.
According to a 2011 New York Times piece, Cirque du Soleil head Guy Laliberte once fielded a call from his friend Bono of U2, asking him to invest in the “Spider-Man” musical he and The Edge were writing songs for.
The Popovich Comedy Pet Theater hasn’t changed a lot in seven years, and doesn’t really need to.
Sure, if I didn’t write this column, I’d rather be reading about zombies and superheroes, too. But occasionally Las Vegas takes care of us, as this week’s roundup reveals.
Louie Anderson says he got “a really funny letter” from someone in Minnesota who was holding a backyard benefit, and encouraged him to stop by “if you’re in town.”
You can guess what the last song will be, but not that it will begin with a Rolling Stone quote displayed on the massive video screen: “I don’t want to be singing ‘Do Ya Think I’m Sexy’ at 50 and become a parody of myself.”
The Riviera is putting its entertainment in the hands of a new company that plans to put more shows into the building and drive traffic back to the landlocked property.
So here’s an ironic, “If a tree falls in the woods” coda to a tale of magic.
This year’s “Soul Train Awards” will originate from Las Vegas for the second year in a row, but most locals will watch the show where they are used to seeing it: on TV.
