Not a Theatre Reviewer
If Las Vegas is where celebrities go to die, then Cirque du Soleil is where dead celebrities go to be revived. First up is Michael Jackson with "Michael Jackson The Immortal World Tour," playing one more night Wednesday, February 29, 2012, at 8pm at the Amway Center. Buy tickets here. Next, who knows? I bet they're already designing the costumes for "Whitney: I Will Always Love You."
Visually, the MJ show is like a Britney Spears concert, but without the reason you go to the concert: the star. The set is amazing, the experience is shockingly professional and the whole thing looked very, very expensive. Like a parade float. Some of the costumes even look like the Main Street Electrical Parade floats, with their light-up stitching and woo woo color changes. But ultimately, I was there cheering on the chorus and not the star who made all these songs famous. So yay dancer and twirlers! Ya did great! Woo woo.
The "Thriller" segment looks just like the dead relatives in The Addams Family musical. The stripper that gripped the pole with her throat and showed the audience her bathing suit crotch lining really needs to stop. The one-legged dancer was amazing. And the robots with the dollar signs on their chests, to me, exemplified what this show was all about.
No matter how much razzamatazz rickety-doo Cirque Du Moolah shovels on the stage, at the end of the night, all I did was listen to recordings of a dead man being played while parrot-headed rope-swingers do a mid-air dancey-poo. And that is not creative. Its a jumble of Mamma's beads tangled up in her jewelry drawer.
Full disclosure: The tickets for this evening of crud were provided by the show.
