Michael Holly has been doing his Internet research on Branson, Mo. “I hear that’s nice,” he says.
Mike Weatherford
Danny Gans tunes his act with the fine touch we used to give a radio dial. And he knows what stations he is looking for.
This sounded pretty easy. Go see "Folies Bergere" to give readers a two-month head’s up on whether they should bother to catch the venerable showgirl revue one last time before it closes March 28.
The timing couldn’t have been better last summer when Gordie Brown was offered a chance to play sports arenas as Celine Dion’s opening act.
Neil Wharton isn’t usually confused with his dad, unless he wants to be. And he wants to be this weekend, when he sings as Vince Neil in a Motley Crue tribute band.
There was Joel Murray, his tux as authentic ’60s Rat Pack as the drink and smoke in his hands. “Vegas has changed,” he joked. “You can’t use corporate credit cards for hookers anymore.”
You can see Neanderthal behavior any Las Vegas afternoon if you hover around the buffet, sports book or the blackjack table when there’s a bad beat.
The producers of “Tony n Tina’s Wedding” hope to feed more guests and a weekly celebrity in their new home at Planet Hollywood.
One show closes and two days later, another opens. That’s the natural ebb and flow of Las Vegas entertainment.
Kathleen Dunbar threw out the first joke of the first night of the reborn comedy club: "Anybody wants to buy a football autographed by O.J., let me know."
The long dormant showroom at the Rio will be coming back to life soon, but a nearby one will be vacant after “Tony ‘N’ Tina’s Wedding” moves to Planet Hollywood.
You saw it on “Saturday Night Live,” so it must be true. If you think the shows here have it bad, Broadway has it worse.
Tom Jones is on the phone while catching some rays by his pool in Beverly Hills, which even in January is exactly where you would expect him to be.
