Despite Dion’s run, Vegas is still basically where passé stars come to roost
I was pushing my editor at a major newspaper hard last week to let me do a piece on Donny and Marie Osmond’s surprising resurgence as a resident act on the Las Vegas Strip. She wasn’t buying it.
“This is typical Vegas,” she IM’d back. “They’re passé.”
But wait! No! Donny’s been on stage lo these many years, and Marie’s big again thanks to Dancing With The Stars.
“Passé,” she repeated. “It’s what Vegas does.”
That rankled me. I’ve always taken it on as one of my missions as a journalist to promulgate a more accurate picture of what Vegas is and does out there into a world transfixed by clichés and shorthand.
To some extent, Vegas has won the battle on several fronts, becoming well-known and respected for its impressive food scene, its beautiful hotel accommodations, its top-shelf shopping. You don’t hear much anymore about the $2.99 steak dinners, squalid rooms designed to propel guests back onto the casino floor or seedy T-shirt stands.
So here I was, taking up the battle. Vegas has changed, I insisted.
“Look at Bette, Cher, Manilow, Elton John!” I shouted back in all-caps.
But she then pointed out the obvious, the truth I hadn’t wanted to acknowledge but which has been there in front of me all along. “Passé, passé, passé, passé,” she wrote.
And all I could think of as those words appeared was: OMG! She’s right!
Ladies and gentlemen, at some point when we weren’t looking, the Céline Revolution was canceled. In fact, I think many of us forgot what the Céline Revolution was supposed to be.
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