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| - This show was okay. Nothing to write home about. If the tickets weren't cheap, we probably wouldn't have come. When my future parents-in-law are in town, they try to find the cheapest possible seats in the worst possible show. They are rich but hate spending money... you know the type. So we've seen some real doozies. This one wasn't the worst, but it definitely wasn't blowing me away either.
Now, I can see why you might like this show if you're the type of person who longs for the sparkly, gaudy Vegas of yesteryear. I'm not one of those people. This may be terrible to say... but... if I didn't live here, I wouldn't want to visit Vegas. Not the Vegas of yesterday, and certainly not the Vegas of today. I don't have "Wolfpack" fantasies. I'm really not draw into the atmosphere at all - I don't like to drink or gamble. I'm a very simple, dorky person. I can think of much cooler vacations to take than to Vegas. HOWEVER, if you're the kind of person who likes Vegas and wants to take a trip down memory lane, you might like this show.
I give the performers an A for effort. I get the impression that the people in the show really like their jobs - they try really hard. I just didn't personally care for the schtick. Oh, and the magician has creepy eyes. And he looks like Jim Breuer of SNL fame... you know, Goatboy. He gets mad if you don't clap, so you better clap, dammit. You don't want him to look directly at you or you might melt into a puddle of burning goo like the Wicked Witch of the West. You've been warned, so get your clappin' hands ready.
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