The classroom wasn’t as packed with television cameras and people in suits this time. Most of those little chairs that make a grown-up feel like Gulliver in Lilliput stayed empty.
Mike Weatherford
Girls just want to have fun. Guys just want to have the “Girls.” Nothing reminds you of this more quickly than back-to-back viewings of two shows at the Riviera, the venerable “Crazy Girls” and its young tables-turning roommate, “Men the Experience.”
Nothing promotes a live Las Vegas show like TV exposure. So Nathan Morris of Boyz II Men will be watching “The Bachelorette” for the very first time this week, because he is on it.
You can get your Frank Marino and Frankie Moreno mixed up, but don’t be confusing their number of shows.
Fear not “Mamma Mia!” fans. The beloved ABBA musical did not lose any sparkle as it danced its way back onto the Strip, even if it did set the cute control this time.
If you saw The Amazing Johnathan in Las Vegas during the past 13 years, you surely saw Psychic Tanya, too.
The nightly improv comedy “Tony N’ Tina’s Wedding” is an ensemble work that doesn’t depend on any one person. Except it sort of does.
Tom Jones is missing in action and Tony Bennett doesn’t come around much anymore. So it’s up to Rod Stewart to be the senior hep cat of Las Vegas.
The Venetian is bundling 14 female stand-ups into a series launching in July.
Michael Jackson is having an amazing week for a dead guy.
The rock band Kansas plays Red Rock Resort on Saturday as part of its 40th anniversary year. The classic rock die-hards probably would have stuck around anyway, but casinos sure made at least a fourth of their run a lot more comfortable.
The Riviera’s had a lot of second chances lately, and now you can say it’s true of the shows moving in. In the latest burst of new momentum, the vintage hotel has turned most of its entertainment over to a startup called Red Mercury Entertainment. The producers have installed four new titles with more to come. “New” is relative, though, since the three we are talking about here (saving “Men the Experience” for another day) are new twists on older efforts.
If the phrase “downtown arena” seems more of a fantasy after a new one broke ground on the Strip, downtown nonetheless has two ambitious entertainment projects going in with the slightly-less-sexy descriptive “Event Center.”
Big shoes to fill, that Frank Sinatra. But Bob Anderson has been sizing them up for, oh, 40 years or so now.
Pop legend gives fans exactly what they came for in tasteful, predictable showcase
