A spoof of “Pawn Stars” headed to the Golden Nugget early next year promises a “big musical finale, and almost every Vegas cliche you can think of,” says Troy Heard, its director and co-writer. But the very idea of “Pawn Shop Live” is more like the opposite of a Vegas cliche. So is its path to a showroom.
Hypnotists are cruel bastards, but also kind of underappreciated. It’s an undeniably guilty form of voyeurism to watch Marc Savard give a guy jock itch, or Anthony Cools cast another one with “hoop burn,” causing him to dog-scoot the stage trying to put it out.
Chuck Brennan says he is a major supporter of charity events in Las Vegas, but “normally, the first thing I’m trying to do is figure out how to get the heck out of there.”
The pirate-girl booty quake left Treasure Island without giving us time to mourn. But at Caesars Palace, a robotic sibling rivalry has a new lease on life.
We’re now in that time of year that usually involves extended family time, and the resulting thin line between endearing and annoying. And so it is with the Tommy Wind magic show.
’Tis the season. The low season, if you ask most Scroogey show producers, but a special time for a few Las Vegas Charlie Browns.
