Las Vegas Weekly
Of Kathy Griffin and a well-seated tranny: A night with Bette Midler
By John Katsilometes
A year after I attended the opening of Bette Midlerâ€™s production The Showgirl Must Go On at The Colosseum at Caesars Palace, I still feel itâ€™s a show worth seeing. I saw it again Wednesday night and, even in what seems to be the minority of straight men who were in the impressively near-capacity audience, found that Midler remains one of the cityâ€™s standout headliners. Sheâ€™s funny, as you would expect â€“ itâ€™s hard not to laugh the stretch of aged, dirty jokes she tells as the aged showgirl â€œSoph.â€ At age 62, Midlerâ€™s voice is still great and she hustles around the bean field-sized stage, often panting about the sheer scope of her surroundings. The lone drone is the 18 minutes spent on the production number featuring wheelchair-bound mermaid Delores Delgado, which chews up more than a quarter of the show, but Midlerâ€™s devotees love the character, even in large doses.
But this is not a review. Joe Brown of the LV Sun, he wrote a great review of the show earlier this month.
Rather, Iâ€™ll offer couple of notes from the performance I caught Wednesday:
*Comic Kathy Griffin showed up onstage, in costume, during the Delores Delgado number. The audience applauded, in a smattering sort of way, as we werenâ€™t quite sure it was actually Kathy Griffin or perhaps a new character from American Superstars getting some on-the-job training. Griffin did contribute a typically salty line: â€œHey, I donâ€™t show up at your job and knock the d***s out of your mouth.â€ Funny, but Midler does the dirty better. The scene will be shown in an upcoming episode of Griffin’s Bravo show, My Life on the D-List
*As I entered I passed a person dressed as a woman who could certainly post me up (and I am 6-feet-2 Â½, when I stand up straight) and, likely, whip me 10 ways to Sunday in a fair fight. This person was seated in the very middle of the front row. Iâ€™m thinking itâ€™s a held seat for such crossover personalities. But this woman, or man, had guns.
*I left my seat to hit the lavatory, and as I re-entered the theater an usher said, â€œGo directly to your seat.â€ Where else would I go? By the time I made it back to my seat, Iâ€™d come up with:
The Top 5 Places I Might Be Going Instead Of Back To My Seat At the Bette Midler Show:
5. To the stage, to do 10 minutes.
4. Off the rails, on the Crazy Train.
3. To ask otherwise unsuspecting audience members if theyâ€™d like their photos taken so they can spend $35 after the show to relive the experience.
2. To the front of the theater, where I would ask the transvestite if he, or she, might like to hit Piranha after the show.
1. To the souvenir boutique, to pick up a half-dozen Bette Midler logo-stamped golf balls.