I must admit I came here expecting a broken down carnival akin to the now-defunct Exotic World Burlesque Hall of Fame. But ultimately the Liberace Museum, underneath the mirrors, sequins, and rhinestones, is a surprisingly earnest tribute to one of the most flamboyant Vegas performers.
The level of "supervision" from the staff borders on ridiculous at times, constantly reminding you to not use flash photography. What, the flash will destroy the rhinestones?
If you don't know much about Liberace, you'll soon learn his family history and candelabra-inspired rise to stardom. The amount of items and Liberace history is just the right amount. Spread over two separate buildings, you'll get to see a sampling of Lee's outrageous cars, costumes, and pianos.
This is not to say the museum is not kitschy - there's more bling in this place than on the set of a Li'l Jon video shoot. But unexpectedly, I left the museum with a new respect for Liberace - the original Elton John.