Entertainment Columns
All kinds of people love Elvis, and “Viva Elvis” is all kinds of show. It starts off like the theme park revues they used to have at Six Flags, where you came in from the hot sun to salute the “Fabulous ’50s,” with wholesome collegiates wearing frozen smiles rocking around a giant juke box in pastel poodle skirts.
He didn’t offer Barbra Streisand $100 million. And The Who still need coaxing. But the president of AEG Live has faith in the “resident headliners” that brought star policy back to the Strip in the 2000s.
It’s not Kelly Clarkson or Carrie Underwood. Not Jennifer Hudson or Chris Daughtry. It’s not even Sanjaya, William Hung or that “Pants on the Ground” guy.
Springtime arrives at Corn Creek Field Station with a flush of green in the pastures, a froth of flowers in the orchard and a flurry of wings in the tules. The major access to the sprawling Desert National Wildlife Range just north of Las Vegas, Corn Creek provides an introduction to the largest federal wildlife refuge in the country outside of Alaska. Created in 1936 as a refuge for the desert bighorn sheep, the range also protects many other species under the management of the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service.
Heidi’s Picks is a weekly selection of restaurant suggestions from Review-Journal critic Heidi Knapp Rinella.
Sex appeal is highly subjective and personal, so interpret this as you will:
It’s sheer coincidence that this review of Barcelona Tapas & Bar should run during the same week that Cafe Ba-Ba-Reeba closed to make way for a Mexican restaurant (snooooooooze), but the confluence of events has me thinking about tapas in general.
