Just A Fabulous Review From “The New York Times”

Mister D: I had this in the reviews section of the Vegas category, but I figured most don’t go there…so here. For those that do like reviews, you can read them at: “ShowGirls” Critic’s Reviews If you’d like to send in what you felt about the show, just write me. There’s a section for the fans as well…..

March 3, 2008
A Naughty-but-Nice Miss M Sets Up Shop in Sin City

LAS VEGAS – Just what this city desperately needed: a bracing injection of vulgarity.

Bette Midler, who ignited a career by giving a good name to bad taste, has arrived in this sprawling gambling mecca, a steroidal temple of tackiness. And she claims to be right at home.

For as she merrily boasts in her new extravaganza, “The Showgirl Must Go On,” she has been telling dirty jokes for three decades, and flashed her flesh way back in the day. (Not for the paparazzi either, like these crazy kids today, but for paying audiences, thank you very much.) Sin city, antiseptic and corporate though it mostly feels today, is her kind of town.

Ms. Midler has lost little of the verve, bawdiness and originality that first captivated gay audiences back in the early 1970s. That hip-wiggling strut – how many entertainers can be said to have a trademark walk, by the way? – is every bit as manic, even if the heels are a tad lower. The voice still throbs with palpable feeling, even when the sentiment would sound ersatz sung by almost any other performer.

But Ms. Midler’s movie career has brought her a wide audience, and the culture has happily embraced all that once seemed transgressive in her act. By the standards of today her winking brand of vulgarity – the old-school Sophie Tucker gags, the jubilant camping – seems positively wholesome.

So it is that Ms. Midler is now installed in the Colosseum at Caesars Palace, where Celine Dion recently held court for a five-year stint. Ms. Midler has moved in with her own $10 million spectacular, playing five nights a week for a total of about 100 performances a year for two years. Beginning in May, Cher will alternate with her in this cavernous space of more than 4,000 seats, where Elton John is also in residence. Noting the appeal of this showbiz trinity, Ms. Midler quipped, “Does it get any gayer?” Well, possibly – O Barbra, where art thou? Is it a little dismaying for longtime fans of Ms. Midler to find her installed in Las Vegas as the latest luxury product for high rollers in a city awash in them? (Ticket prices top out at $250, which could also buy dinner for one at Guy Savoy in the same hotel.) Well, possibly. And “The Showgirl Must Go On,” a career survey offering a sort of Midler 101, is clearly aimed at the masses who flock to this city in stupefying numbers in fervid search of ways to get rid of their money.

In a speedy 90 minutes (apparently the maximum time audiences here will agree to be entertained away from the slots and tables), and backed by a strong 13-piece band, Ms. Midler performs virtually all of her hits and signature tunes. She sings with a polish – and in a few cases, an emotional intensity – that belies the passing of the years and the many occasions on which she has been called upon to perform them before. Now 62, she makes self-pitying sport of her supposed infirmity in the course of her dash through her songbook, but when the encore arrives – the inexorable, the inevitable, dare I say the infernal “Wind Beneath My Wings” – Ms. Midler hits all the notes with breath to spare.

After a somewhat uninspired entrance – the diva ascends from under center stage atop an enormous pile of Louis Vuitton luggage. Ms. Midler, trim in a silver sequined pantsuit, her hair a nimbus of tight blond curls, hurls herself into high gear to perform the blazingly funny title song, a new composition that pays witty homage to that great Las Vegas institution of the showgirl.

Racing back and forth across the truly colossal Colosseum stage (it is 120 feet wide) Ms. Midler showers the audience in tart patter – she laments that she’s got an adjustable rate mortgage on the place – and introduces her latest trio of backup singers, the Harlettes (2.0? 3.0? 12.0?), and the 20 leggy chorines who back them up. “The best thing is, not one of them is a French-Canadian circus performer,” she exults, referring to the ubiquity of the Cirque du Soleil brand in the city.

Interspersed with performances of all her standards – “Do You Want to Dance?,” “From a Distance,” “Hello in There,” “Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy” – are affectionate nods to entertainers associated with Las Vegas. The city was once a refuge for the oddballs and also-rans of showbiz, so Ms. Midler’s Delores DeLago character, the wheelchair-riding mermaid with the odoriferous lounge act, is naturally right at home.

She is introduced, via video, by the arbiters of “American Idol,” and sings a medley of Elvis Presley and Frank Sinatra hits. Soph, the naughty jokemistress modeled on Sophie Tucker, is reimagined here as an indomitable showgirl, encumbered by a headdress “half the size of Tennessee,” in another standout segment.

Ms. Midler’s outsize persona – the Divine thing – serves her well here. Staging a show of this kind on a long strip of stage must be like putting a Broadway show on a subway platform. The strain sometimes shows; even 20 leggy women aren’t quite enough to eat up the space, and the choreography by Toni Basil, delightful in the Soph-and-the-showgirls segment, flounders at other points.

The set designs, by the opera veteran Michael Levine, are dominated by a series of shimmering curtains of gold coins that pay elegant tribute to the tradition of Las Vegas glitz. But there’s no escaping the flattening influence of the giant video screen that looms over the stage and makes the space feel a bit like a supersize Imax theater.

That Ms. Midler is capable of instantly warming up a room this daunting and filling a stage this forbidding is a testament to her consummate skills as an entertainer. The temperature dips now and then, but she keeps the antiseptic at bay with regular infusions of the down-and-dirty earthiness that is so central to her appeal.

Flinging herself on her back at one point, in mock exhaustion, she crankily observes that her predecessor “must have been a robot.” Having seen Ms. Dion’s show, I can attest to the perspicacity of that assessment.

Nobody leaving “The Showgirl Must Go On” will confuse Ms. Midler with a mechanical contraption. She still tears into the soulful ballad “When a Man Loves a Woman,” to cite just one example, with a fierceness that excavates every ounce of pain from it.

Like all great showgirls, she may wear sequins like a second skin, but the woman underneath is all flesh and blood, humor and heart.

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4 thoughts on “Just A Fabulous Review From “The New York Times”

  1. the tickets are awfully expensive for only a 90 minute show!!! i KNOW it’s worth it, b/c there is NOTHING like seeing her perform live… but 90 MINUTES??? 🙁 makes me sad.

  2. Unfortunately, that’s a Vegas rule it seems. Short shows and high prices…at least it seems all the seats are good, but still…

    Love, D

  3. I had the privilege of seeing the Divine Miss M last week. She was phenomenal. She got 3 standing ovations (The Rose, When a Man Loves a Woman & of course Wind Beneath My Wings, which she closed with). My husband who is not a Bette fan (gasp) even enjoyed the show. Yes, tickets are pricey for those front row seats but they were worth it! She looked great and looked like she was having a great time. We are going to go back towards the end of her run in Vegas…can’t wait!!

  4. Patty, i experienced the same thing last Feb 26. Bette got 3 standing ovations as well for the songs you mentioned! Even if the ticket prices are high and the show is only 90 minutes, it was really worth every penny and time spent! 🙂 my parents became fans after seeing her perform!

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