Antonio Restivo doesn’t sing, at least not onstage. And that’s too bad, because man, that dude looks like the god of heavy metal incarnate.
Mike Weatherford
There had better be Deadhead stickers on a lot of Cadillacs for this one to work.
All you can say is Ow! “Freaks” sets new standards for toughness in Las Vegas entertainment. I no longer feel sorry for 52-year-old David Copperfield doing four shows on Christmas Day.
Repeat after me: Never, ever pay full price. Unless, of course, you get to meet Marie.
Nobody wants the showgirl to go away. But nobody knows what to do with her either.
Some would say Kelly Monaco has sexy down cold. She’s a soap star. She’s posed for Playboy. But when she’s among dancers and their distinctive kind of sexy? “I felt like a tree. A stump. And they’re the leaves in the wind,” she says with a laugh.
Gordie Brown has come full circle back to the Golden Nugget, but he’s not quite the same guy who started his Las Vegas career there in 2004.
Forget about the show reviews you read in these pages. Someday maybe, Antonio Restivo may be worrying about that stuff. But as I chat with him on this afternoon, we’re waiting for a more important critic.
Some people just won’t go see a ventriloquist, no matter how good he is. Their minds won’t be changed by the success of Terry Fator (or Jeff Dunham, for that matter).
Dee Snider says ’80s metal still rocks today because "it was fun, it was outrageous, it was rebellious. It was about partyin’ and havin’ a great time."
It’s no surprise when a producer passes along audience reviews such as:
The Michael Jackson news from London echoed in Las Vegas, but not just with the obvious speculation.
Cashetta points out right up front that he’s “the world’s most fabulous drag magician,” and “the beauty of that is you don’t have a lot to compare me to.”
Kenny Loggins is no fan of The Wiggles.