In Vegas where there is no shortage of shirtless male dance revues it's difficult to discern WHICH revue you should be throwing down your hard-earned cash for. If you're not immediately sold on the name (Chippendales), in it for the foreign/accented (Thunder Down Under), or a VH1 addict (American Storm) the decision can be difficult.
The zealous reviews on Yelp and the breathless endorsement by the girl at the Half Price Ticket counter (who claimed quite eagerly that she attends regularly) sold us on the American Storm show. We snagged tickets through the aforementioned counter for under $35 and were encouraged by the same girl to arrive early to get the best seats.
The American Storm theater is located inside the shopping mall of Planet Hollywood though by the time you arrive the stores and restaurants will be mostly closed. With an 11:30pm showtime we knew we'd do well to come prepared (read: inebriated). We showed up near 11pm and wondered if we were in the wrong place: no line, no signage, and a few mumbles from the box office staff indicating we should stand in line. Eleven-thirty came and went, along with any buzz we'd worked up. I resorted to buying a flashing, bright blue drink from a vendor nearby. We finally piled into the theater around midnight and at that point the waitresses barely bothered to offer us drinks.
The show itself - a little over an hour's length - is indeed entertaining. The American Storm guys do a few cute choreographed moves, giving each other semi-embarrassed smirks along the way. The guys on stage are reassuringly attractive. Seeing a few billboards for the other shows you might get the impression that they employ professional bodybuilders or excessive tanning. Not so with American Storm; I'd probably compare the show to a cross between an Abercrombie & Fitch catalog and an American Apparel ad. There's a fair amount of audience participation - bringing girls up on stage to their delight and the further embarrassment of the guy who ends up "dancing" with her.
It might be worth the price of admission alone to see your girlfriends respond in various ways to the guys on stage in various state of undress and equally entertaining to see who is in the audience (fact: way more married men with their wives than you'd imagine).
Throughout the show they discourage photography and encourage you to snap a photo with the guys at the end (though we couldn't remember/agree on whether they charged $20 for the photo or encourage tipping).
While I would hesitate to take in another viewing of the American Storm show, and hesitate further at paying full price for a ticket, I think it's one of the better male revues in Vegas and a completely worthwhile outing for a girl's weekend.