Pamela Anderson...reporter at Review-Journal takes unwarranted swipe at VIP star!

On Saturday, Pamela Anderson delighted fans when she turned up at Planet Hollywood for a much-publicized celebrity auction.

To rev up a bit of excitement in the crowd, the former VIP star tossed off her top, then sidled up to the auctioneer to participate in the proceeding with a lot of sensual vim and vigor!

By the time the hammer smacked down and the auctioneer barked out sold, Ms. Anderson helped raise $65,000.00 for her favorite charity, PETA.

Instead of applauding the sexy siren for her compassionate act, a reporter at the Review-Journal (who was penning a blase piece on celluloid artists at the CineVegas Film Festival) chose to take a swipe at the pop icon instead.

Mr. Elfman (who looks like an elf, by the way) used the occasion to help build a foundation for some piffle he was penning for the daily.

On the premise that her "excited flutter of a pep talk" and willingness to "roll around on the car" to pump up sales (her 2000 Viper was being offered at auction) lacked class, he proceeded to compare her to the filmmakers who attended the CineVegas Film Festival this year.

In sum, he quipped that the art house film fest enriched by virtue of the alleged intellectual tastes of the fimmmakers who - "unlike certain people named Pamela Anderson" - were actually talented.



What a load of hogwash!

For starters, Ms. Anderson was not part of a CineVegas event.


Notwithstanding, the boisterous antics she engaged in were all part of her "act".

I worked with Ms. Anderson several years ago on the first season of the popular TV Sitcom "Home Improvement". During the kick off episodes, I had a bit part as a producer in the show within-a-show ("Tool Time") and Pamela played the bodacious "Tool Time" girl.

In private, Pamela is actually quite shy, intelligent, and every bit a class act.

Not unlike Marilyn Monroe (or Mae West before her) the persona one encounters in the public eye is one she cleverly crafted. Over the past couple of decades, the Pamela Anderson "brand" has not only withstood the fickle finger of fate in Tinsel town, but turned the voluptuous actress into a bona fide "star".

Contrary to Elf's empty opinion, Pamela is a smart cookie, too!

In fact, Elfman went way out on a limb with his pap, because - in essence - he was trying to compare oranges with apples. No can do!

The low-brow writer was under the mistaken impression that he was writing an in-depth insightful essay of importance. What the feature amounted to was a lot of misguided tabloid fodder.

Surely, the Review-Journal is not so strapped when it comes to worthwhile news, that they're forced to print Elfman's crap?

In another section of the article, the columnist matter-of-fact states that artist Takashi Murakami (who appeared at CineVegas Festivities at an elitist affair last week which caused quite a scandal in some quarters) is an important twentieth century figure in art circles.

Why, pray tell?

According to Elf, Murakami is being compared to Andy Warhol for "having fused fine art with pop art."

What nonsense!

I was an Art Major and I began my career as an abstract-expressionist painter.

For starters, Mr. Murakami's out-of-whack smiley faces amount to nothing more than silly doodles, worthless "junk".

Whenever his name pops up in a serious art discussion at a gallery opening, qualified experts roll their eyes. Then, an old expression flashes to mind.

"I don't know much about art, but I know what I like."

People who "like" Murakami have taste up the wazoo.

I didn't conjure up the nick-name - "tacky" - for no good reason. In fact, I wouldn't even line the kitty litter box with one of his prints. After all, I wouldn't want to insult my cat.

In conclusion, the whole article on CineVegas reeked of behind-the-scenes maneuvering to me.

The way Elf gushed about this 'n that, for example, inferred to me - at least - that he's either on someone's payroll over there at CineVegas or too fond of the free passes (and perks that go with 'em) to dare cross the powers-that-be.

I prefer to read articles that are written by ethical journalists who endeavour to log in a balanced account of the events.

At a small-town newspaper like the Review-Journal, I guess management can't take the risk of offending potential advertisers with clout, by reporting the truth.

Until they do, their credibility is a big fat zero.


Review-Journal is the best? By whose standard?

CineVegas Film Festival...a desert joke! Trevor Groth fumbles, Staff insult Press & Filmgoers, Honoree Soiree a sham!

There must be something in the water at the Palms Hotel which makes people stupid.
A case in point.

By the 2nd day of the CineVegas Film Festival, it was quite evident that staff members were not dealing with a full deck.

CineVegas started off with high hopes with a big splashy red carpet extravaganza.

For instance, at the high-energy event, appearances by actor Raines Wilson and legendary Dennis Hopper wowed filmgoers there for the 10th annual celebration of excellence (?) in filmmaking.

Then, at a tony party the first weekend, Britney Spears made an impromptu entrance.

Consequently, the following day, there was a buzz around the planet.

But, by the third day, it was obvious that Trevor Groth fumbled the ball.

And - from the get-go - it was evident that employees at the Press desk didn't know their a**es from a hole in the ground. So much so, that one had to wonder whether they landed their posts in a horizontal position or on their knees. After all, they had no skills to speak of.

For starters, Kelly Frey somehow thought she was a hot shot PR maverick; but, it was evident right off-the-bat she couldn't publicize her way out of a paper bag - a wet one - at that!

Meanwhile, Francesca Torre - who was a designated press liaison (???) - was under the mistaken impression that she was a Beauty Queen.

Her nose was stuck so high up in the air that I surmise she has stretch marks on her vagina.

In fact - her attitude was so thick - I doubt it could have been cracked open with a crowbar.

At the press desk - when photographers and members of the press approached her for information - she was aloof, rude, and insulting.

So much so, that I was forced to reprimand the young lady (I use the term lady very loosely) about her lack of class and bad manners.

Later - on the red carpet - Ms. Torre made nasty faces - and shook her head this way and that - and showed her disdain for me. What happened to the old idea of "respect for one's elders?".

The concept is obviously lost to low-lifes like Ms. Torre.

When I complained to another employee - Taylor Banks - he didn't acknowledge the communication.

Instead, he passed on the hot-potato issue to Ms. Frey.

Imagine that, she actually zipped off an e-mail, asserting that I must have misinterpreted Ms. Torre's behavior.

What a whitewash.

Miss, I wasn't born yesterday.

Witnesses at the red carpet affair agreed wholeheartedly that Torre's immature, bratty, reprehensible (shocking) conduct was difficult to misinterpret for anything else than what it was: a temper tantrum from an irate staff member who was angry with the fact I lodged a complaint against her with her superiors.

Then, something odd occurred.

When I attempted to contact Trevor Groth about her misconduct - and the inappropriate way the press desk staff was treating photographers and other press members - the Troth's helpers refused to provide his e-mail address.

Suddenly, it became a "state secret".

One male member of the production staff was shocked.

"It should have been forthcoming," he lamented.

Well, that behind-the-scenes staffer happened to hail from Toronto, like me.

Us Canadians have a strong sense about what is wrong and right - what is ethical - and what is not.

As I thumbed through the Festival Directory, I stumbled across Trevor's smiley face, heading up a paragraph or two of requisite promotional bullsh** about the Festival.

But, guess what?

No contact information was published.

Obviously, Mr. Groth is not interested in feedback about the festival, or even willing to provide information as to how he may be contacted in the event of a complaint issue, whatever.

Does he care?

Don't you think a Festival Director should provide a contact number?

I think it goes without saying.

In fact, it boggles the intelligence of any normal person to fathom how Mr. Groth could be so blatantly ignorant of the fact.

Of course, I could have approached Mr. Groth at one of the scintillating parties we rubbed elbows at; but, I didn't for a couple of reasons.

One, I didn't want to throw a damper on the festivities by griping about staff problems around other festival-goers.

Two, I thought the issues should be discussed in private.

But, you see, I was properly raised and well-bred.

After observing Mr. Groth at the Festival, a couple of clues surfaced about his own background.

The problem with Mr. Groth is obvious: he was left sitting around in shi**y diapers as a child which resulted in the personality disorders which have manifested in his adult life. (Psychology 1; Personality Profiles)

If you want a true take on Mr. Groth's character, listen to this!

When a press person complained about his staff earlier in the week - in spite of the fact he had ample opportunity to contact the individual by e-mail or telephone - he waited until last night's Honoree shindig to have one of his silly bonehead minions (Ian Jankelowitz) inform the person he didn't like their "tone".

For that spurious reason, he barred the newsie from the event, last minute.

Obviously, Mr. Groth's intention amounted to a bold-faced effort to embarrass and humiliate the person at the door of the celebration as party-goers and press arrived for the much-anticipated event.

What a nasty piece of work, eh?

Meanwhile, earlier in the week, other press members and a couple of "Flush Pass" Patrons were denied entrance to the Murakami Art Event so that Mr. Greenspun (Festival President) could savor what was being billed as a - "major cultural event for the Las Vegas Art scene" - for himself and his elitist friends.


And - he did so - at the expense of press members with tickets in tow and filmgoers who paid for their admission in advance!

These are the kind of scuzz-balls who are running CineVegas Film Festival.
I don't now what rock they scurried out from under - but as far as I am concerned - the whole scruffy lot can slither back from whence they came.

After all, they are not only a disgrace to the local Art community, but a discredit to the entire legitimate Festival Circuit.

Ironically, the reprehensible conduct of Terry Groth, Robin (and Amy) Greenspun, Kelly Frey, Francesca Torre, Taylor Banks, and Ian Jankelowitz - caught up with them as key members of the press stayed away from screenings this past week, held back press coverage - and quite generally - stewed on the sidelines vowing never to return to CineVegas again.

Yes, CineVegas was hit with a knock-out punch this week.

And, it is doubtful the annual Fest will recover from the lethal blow.

In the final analysis, CineVegas became a desert joke this week.

Worse than Ishtar, if you can possibly imagine it!

Can you hear the laughter, Trevor?

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David Beckham...disc jockeys in awe of crotch in underwear ads!

I felt like I was in some backwater town when I was cruising along Paradise Road and by chance flipped on a local radio station.

A couple of talkative disc jockeys were chatting each other up over David Beckham's scintillating billboard ads sprouting up around the Nation.

I posted an item on that months ago. Old news, isn't it? Gee, news travels at a snail's pace in Sin City, I guess.

One disc spinner noted that the risque blurbs of Becks in tight undies caused quite a commotion in San Francisco. And - I got the distinct impression that he was afraid that the mere mention of the gay mecca by the bay - might turn his sexual persuasion the other way. Or, at least make his own preference suspect.

"That underwear thing is - uh - big up there," he noted with a suspiciously fake masculine tone to his voice.

"Is it a Calvin Klein ad," the other host queried.

Duh!

Well, it was pretty obvious the other guy was hetero, all the way.

Any self-respecting gay man would know that the splashy sexy ads are for Menswear Designer, Emporio Armani.

"The thing about this underwear - um - is that it makes your business look big."

Ah, this is the one occasion I regretted there was no visual image to match up with the dialogue. Did he actually utter that comment with a - er - straight face?

Business? Are they in the dark ages in Vegas?

Heh dudes, it's okay to say package, Johnson, crotch - whatever.

In fact, no one in the range of your air waves is going to cringe, I expect. After all, this is the land of the scantily-clad bodacious babe and "thunder" from down under!

Well, maybe a bit of locker-room chat will give a handful of horny listeners a swelled - um - head. Don't know about you dudes, but suggestive words can be a naughty thrill to some if they're emoted just right.

"And, he looks humongous," the jock continued.

Ah, the dude has obviously been taking a serious gander at those shots, eh?

I am surprised they didn't wonder aloud if Becks was uncircumcised - the soccer stud being a Brit - and all.

Maybe, the Armani folks will bring out the uncut version at a later date, do 'ya think?

"Well, he's no Mario Lopez for sure," the observant (!) dude chuckled before moving on to the next tidbit of gossip.

Mario who?

The long and short of it? Obviously, Becks gets a kick out of the titillation and thrills.

Check out the impromptu snap below taken recently on a downtown Hotel balcony.

Wonder who's on the end of his scope?

I'm betting it's not Posh, that's for sure!

CineVegas Film Festival...gossip & scuttlebutt. LA TIMES stinker & screw-ups.

Yesterday, I checked with the staff at the ticket office, and they informed me that Box Office for the CineVegas Film Festival has been boffo this year. A number of features have been either booked fully or sold to near capacity.

"Sales are higher this year than the past couple of years," one CineVegas volunteer proudly announced.

So, the fest is steaming ahead and garnering stature on the Festival circuit.

But, as I trotted around behind-the-scenes and covered red carpet events in recent days, it has become evident to me the Festival is experiencing some growing pains; consequently, there are issues that need to be sorted out if CineVegas is to continue to surge ahead (and gain respect from the Industry).


Mr. Hopper (Chairman of the Festival), Mr. Greenspun (President of CineVegas) and Trevor Groth (Festival Director) have been dotting on the festival-goers - attending screenings, circulating the events - and ably fulfilling their roles as good-will Ambassadors of the event.

But, it appears that staff in the lower levels of management and in the publicity department are either slipping or not experienced enough to professionally handle their tasks.

A case in point.

Last night, I attended a chi-chi function at Dos Caminos (at the Palazzo Hotel & Casino) and proceeded to engage guests in a bit of dialogue to rustle up feedback about their CineVegas experience.

At one point, I alighted next to a lovely couple at the warm outgoing event.

The smartly-attired well-manicured woman was curious as to who I was, and subsequently, lifted up my press pass to get a gander at it to determine my association with the Festival.

At this juncture, we engaged in a spirited discussion, and I learned they were contributors to CineVegas.

Sadly, the woman informed me that her and her hubbie felt a little out-of-sorts that day at the "Get Smart" screening. In spite of the fact they were sponsors of the festival, staff placed them in lousy seats near the rear of the theatre; consequently, they felt neglected.

Another woman I have become friends with at the Festival also ran into the same problem. In spite of the fact she paid $600.00 for a Festival pass, the local art dealer was placed in a spot "outfield". Boy, was she miffed!

She proceeded to request better seating elsewhere in the theatre. And, got it.

The couple in question didn't venture down the same path because they didn't want to cause a fuss or throw a damper on what they surmised would be a satisfying cultural experience that afternoon.

So, there I was smoothing over the waters trying to make things better.

What else could I do?

As the old saying goes, "That's not my job!"

Also, it appears that staff in the publicity department have made some poor judgments calls which reflect negatively on their integrity and ethical standards.

For instance, when members of the press or photographers arrive at the CineVegas Headquarters lounge - Kelly Frey, Francesca Torre, and Taylor Banks - don't even bother to introduce themselves as staff in the Publicity Department or welcome guests to the festival. Imagine that!

Another problem occurred when one local Vegas press person went to pick up his ticket for the feature film - "Your Name Here" - and was informed that last-minute an LA TIMES reporter swooped into the press room requesting a ticket.

Instead of noting that the screening was sold out, they gave the man's ticket to the columnist without batting an eye, nor did they show any remorse for their questionable conduct.

That su**s.

The press are required to submit RSVP's for special events and request tickets with appropriate advance notice. If the Los Angeles daily screwed up, or arrived late, why should the other man suffer?

Last minute - I decided to attend that screening - but was told the theatre was sold out.

That was okay in that circumstance as far as I was concerned; after all, I was just going on spec an hour or so before the curtain fell - so I was forced to accept the consequences for not planning farther ahead.

But, in my case there turned out to be a Feature Film God!

At the event last night, I nonchalantly slipped into a seat at the bar next to the marketing person (Jennifer C. Lai at Everstudios) promoting the film and she proceeded to arrange for a copy of "YOUR NAME HERE" to be delivered to me so that I could screen it privately.

Other press folks didn't get tickets to events they registered for. For example, when a few media types arrived at the PR Office, staff coldly informed them that their paperwork was either lost or had not been processed for some inexplicable reason. They were SOL.

Oops!

Someone is not going to get coverage from a handful of media outlets due to staff error, negligence or incompetence.

And, that hits home.

Two weeks ago, I personally notified the PR Office that I wanted to attend the Murakami Event, scheduled later today.


I covered Murakami's Los Angeles show, so as a matter of continuity, I desired to follow through with an in-depth analysis of his exhibition in Vegas.

No one has followed through or confirmed if my ticket has been processed.

So, Mr. Murakami loses coverage because of staff oversight?

Then, there have been some problems with staff getting in the way of the photographers at red carpet events.

A handful of paparazzi complained to me that as they are lining up to shoot the stars at the premieres, staff stand in the way and screw up the shot.

One photographer noted that when he complained, the staffer shrugged casually and remarked in an off-handed way, "Just photoshop it."

As a professional photog pointed out, when shots are submitted to editors at magazines and newspapers, they are inclined to pick the stills that are ready to publish. So, the photographer may lose out on a sale because the publicity shot has a hand, shoulder, or back of "someone" in it.

And, the star may not get coverage as a result, either.

It appears that staff in the PR office are not familiar with the Hollywood publicity machine or how it works.

Another filmgoer expressed her dismay that a film she took in was quite ragged and that the production values were poor.

"A festival of this stature should not have such low quality films," she argued.

Personally, from a critic's point of view, I will sometimes overlook the fact that a first-timer's project is a little rough around the edges - if the message is strong, the material is highly original - and it impacts on a deeper level than that of the purely visual.

But, the woman did have a point.

Another film - "South of Heaven" - was rife with images of women being beaten or tortured. As the tale unfolded, I cringed. Ironically, as the thought crossed my mind that the project might offend women, a few ladies got up and walked out.

It is one thing to make a statement about a relevant social and/or political issue, but when a film exploits torture and violence and has no redeeming value, one has to wonder...what is the point?

Orson Welles once said,

"A film is never really good unless the camera is an eye in the head of a poet."

CineVegas Film Festival...Bijou Phillips mystery!

Well, a bit of a mystery unfolded on the red carpet the other night when I was interviewing Bijou Phillips about her new feature release "Dark Streets".

When I noted that another project Phillips co-starred in - CHOKE - was screening next week (starring Anjelica Huston and Sam Rockwell) at the Cinevegas Film Festival the pretty young star was shocked to hear that news.

In fact - both her and her representative were "quite sure" - Choke wasn't going to be unveiled here next week in Las Vegas.

However, it was right there in black and white in the program schedule.

"Choke" will be screening Friday June 20th at 6:30 p.m.

Why wasn't Ms. Phillips informed about the screening or invited to attend the red carpet ceremony?

News at 11!

"Choke" has since bombed at the Box Office. Bad karma, Dudes!

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CineVegas Film Festival...Rainn Wilson & Dennis Hopper wow filmgoers at Fox's premiere for "The Rocker". A Hit!

Hollywood should sit up and take a cue from CineVegas - when it comes to premieres - at least!

Last night's red carpet event for Fox's - "The Rocker" - was a splashy high-energy bash - the likes of which - I have not seen in recent days in Tinsel town.

Without doubt, there were two stand-outs on the catwalk.

Top Dog honor goes to Rainn Wilson (The Office) who alighted amid a lot of frenzied fanfare from what was being billed as the most ubiquitous limo on the planet with motley crew in tow.

Runner up for the grand entrance hands-down went to local Vegas celebrity - Johnny Brenden - with clear title to the Brenden Theatre at the Palms Casino Resort where the hilarious new Fox comedy was being unveiled.

"Mr. Muscles," one of the paparazzi quipped.

Rainn strutted down the red carpet in character attired head-to-toe in rock-inspired garb.

Was I having a sixties-style LSD flashback?

"Axel Rose inspired the bandanna," he noted dead-pan.

When I spied a promo for the rock music band - "Steel Panther" - in the morning Review-Journal (Page 26 of Neon) it all amounted to synchronicity for me.

From the publicity still in the daily, it was quite evident that Rainn got it right.

When I asked Rainn where he wanted to be in two years, he was quick on the uptake.

Bigger than Bono!

The talented actor was in top form, capable of spitting out rapid-fire repartee at whim, much to the delight of the fans outside the theatre in Sin City.

The shutterbugs were in a feeding frenzy - truly in their element - as they snapped away non-stop without skipping a beat.

Wilson was flanked by a skanky bunch of hangers-on which included scintillating showgirls, a card-playing magician, tuxedoed midget, and a Centurion (Hail Caesar!).

"I picked 'em up at a local bar," Rainn joked amid hoots from the press who ate it all up!

For the press it was finally show time.

For about two hours they chomped at the bit.

In spite of the fact they were wilting somewhat under the intense mid-day sun, they were inclined to camp out patiently on the edges of the roped-off runway where the celebrities were destined to touch down.

I spied a handful of 'em surreptitiously checking out the rank and status of their rivals in the line-up, taking note of the pecking order, that sort of thing.

On occasion, a photog would kindly oblige the competition by standing in on the carpet for a test shot to establish framing, intensity of light, and potential glitches.

At times, they shared the fruits of their labor.

"Not a bad shot, eh?" one asked a fellow photog as he displayed the screen for all to take a gander at.

"I cut him off at the knees though. I guess I should have included the feet."

A Celebrity Vibe rep was pretty low-key and stayed out of the fray for the most part.

For him, the industry was mostly a positive experience.

Who was a toughie to deal with?

"Jennifer Anniston. She gets naked and stands out in front of her house. Then, she has someone tip off a photographer . When he shows up and takes pictures, she sues them."

Why, I asked incredulously.

"'Cause she's crazy," he stated matter-of-fact.

You heard it here first, folks.

How did Brad make do for all those years? Must have the patience of Job, I expect.

Johnny Brenden was quite the poser himself. In fact, his appearance was literally dazzling.

A stud in his ear sparkled when it caught the sunlight and showered little rainbows all about.

And then, there was that ten-thousand-watt smile.

"The teeth were always his," one woman assured me.


Another speculated about where his money came from.

"He's related to the owners of the Mann's Chinese," another chimed in.

Mr. Brenden was the film buff nostalgic who pushed for a Hollywood-style walk of fame with stars imbedded underfoot in Las Vegas terra firma.

When I asked if he had help with his fashion choices for the evening, he was quite emphatic, "No".

"Versace", he announced, as he did a little bow in his black designer suit that fit just so.

How can you go wrong when you start with the perfect male silhouette?

At one point, when the flash bulbs popped and the golden sunlight streamed across his distinctive features, the effect was awesome, surreal, and downright freakish in nature.

It was sort-of a Marilyn Monroe moment with a male twist.

The phrase - "famous for being famous" - popped into my mind.

One of the lead actresses -  Jane Lynch -  was cool as a cucumber, though.

She handled herself with ease despite the frenzied pace of the event.

When I asked if tall thin actress could offer up any advice for actors struggling and pining to succeed in the business, she was quick to offer up suggestions.

"Do Do Do. Get into a play or a showcase. Get out there and make it happen."

Dennis Hopper was the epitome of style and class, too.

He sauntered down the carpet in an understated tasteful suit, with a starched pristine-white dress shirt, open at the collar.

In spite of the carnival-like-aura of the event, the legendary actor managed to remain centered, measured in his responses, and definitely in control.

The sign of a true pro.

What was the man - who has been crowned the Ambassador of good will for CineVegas - thinking behind those ultra-cool designer shades?



When I asked the celebrated Hopper if he had any reflections about his remarkable fortune to work with legendary actors - Elizabeth Taylor, James Dean, and Rock Hudson (Giant) - he was inclined to note that he just came off a project with a fine actor, Ben Kingsley.


It was evident to me at that juncture that Mr. Hopper is not caught up in the trappings of Hollywood, influenced by fluctuating personas, or the superficiality of the industry. Indeed, his response indicated - quite frankly - that it was all about the quality of the work and the players.

When the producer - Tom McNulty - stopped by for a chat impeccably dressed in a handsome suit - my initial reaction was to joke,

"Oh, you're one of the suits we hear so much about in the industry."

He was taken aback a little.

Yeah, my humor can be a little offbeat on occasion, if not downright cynical at times.

Mr. McNultry is a sort-of boy wonder, with pretty luminous eyes, who came up through the ranks.

True to form, the affable exec started at the bottom, then navigated his way to the top, "by being focused, clean, willing to pitch in, and doing the grunt work".

He noted that the "Rocker" property had been stewing for a couple of years before it got the green light. At one point he and Rainn became fast friends, so it was logical that he would be offered the role.

After director Peter Cattaneo (Full Monty) agreed to come on board, within six weeks, the award-winning auteur was jetting off to Toronto (my home town) to start shooting with little more fuss or ado.

In view of the mood of the business in recent days, the comedy appeared to be a good bet for the marketplace, noted McNultry.

In respect to upcoming projects, he noted that he worried a little about a potential strike, but expressed a sincere hope that the actors get their due and proper pay.

Gosh, twist the arms of those other suits, please!

When I corralled Trevor Groth - Artistic Director for CineVegas - it was evident he was on a bit of a high.

The Festival was kicking off to a great start, after all.

What is the highlight of the Festival, I asked.

"Tonight."

Ah, quite the diplomat, what with the "Rocker" people gazing on from the sidelines.

But, he urged filmgoers and festival enthusiasts to get out for the big Charity Event coinciding with "Get Smart" on Sunday June 15th at the Planet Hollywood Casino Resort.

Proceeds will go to help Project Knapsack which was founded by GET SMART star, Dwayne Johnson.

Also, the Murakami Red Carpet event (Monday June 16th) may prove to be a historic artistic happening in Las Vegas.

Congratulations Rocker!

Looks like 'ya got a hit on your hands.

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CineVegas Film Festival...George Michael in Concert! Busted in Vegas, not!

As you head in from the desert, the picturesque rugged mountains that rim the valley fall out of view, and ahead the city of Las Vegas sits like a sparkling gem in the dazzling mid-day sun.



On the strip there is a buzz in the air.



Tourists gobble up the eye-candy as they snap photos furiously - all-the-while - caught up in a sort-of feeding frenzy.



Quaint gondolas glide by in front of the Venetian and a stunning water display delights in front of the Bellagio.

As snatches of French, German & Chinese fall on the ears, it's evident glitzy "Sin City" is a captivating concept to cultures around the globe.



Although I am in town to catch the CineVegas Film Festival - which has a satellite base at the Palms Casino - I'm inclined to go with the flo and explore the Boulevard and mix in with the crowd.



At MGM, I catch the tail end of the Lion Show.



In their confined habitat on the main floor of the Casino, the cubs act like playful puppies with their trainer. But when the mic picks up their mighty roar from within the walled enclosure, it is obvious why they are the King of the Jungle.



At MGM, gyrating images of George Michael flash on wide screens throughout the establishment exalting his concert slated for June 21st.



Expect a sell-out, thanks to old wham, fans



At Caesars Palace, the Big 3 - Sir Elton (John), Cher (Legendary), and Bette (Bugle girl) - were being promoted in anticipation of their grand entrances into the spotlight in coming weeks.



After the curtains fall on each - I wonder, will the pop icons sneak into one another's suites in their nighties and snack on delectable goodies - as they reminisce about the old days 'til the crack of dawn?



For this time of year, the sun was intense, and sent the mercury soaring to 107 most days.

Adidas and a handful of other smart shopkeepers installed "misters" outside on the street - so their customers could slip out of the intense rays of the big burn and breath a sight of relief - if only for a second or two.

Surprisingly, I chose to window-shop a bit among the throngs that were gathering by the minute in the exotic desert oasis.

I passed on a T-shirt that said:

"Property of Las Vegas County Jail".

After all, who wants to tempt fate?

Instead, I purchased one that showed off my torso, which brazenly shouted out on its face:

"Busted in Vegas".

A dollar sign etched on the front with a red circle and a slash running through it said it all.

Not!

I'm too practical when with money these days.

What little of it, I have, of course.

The humorous tank top elicited a number of smiles and chuckles throughout the day as I sauntered this way 'n that in the electric tourist mecca.

When I chatted up a handful of hotel employees, they were surprised to hear that the annual CineVegas Vegas Film Festival was opening later that day.

There's wasn't much in the way of local publicity advertising the event, I guess.

Many were clueless about the fact dozens of dazzling celebrities would be jetting in for the event.

Well - Anjelica Huston, James Caan, and Sam Rockwell - for starters; after all, they were attending a red-carpet premiere in honor of their acting chops.

Dennis Hopper - who became a sort-of goodwill Ambassador for the Festival - hosted a party at TAO on his birthday.

The trendy night spot was being promoted as a religious nightclub experience!

Actually, many of the Casinos were going for a younger market over the summer months.

MGM brazenly touts its club "Tabu" on the outside of the entertainment complex with sexually-implicit ads of a young stud offering up a cherry to a sexy lady-of-the-night in a reclining position.





A visually-appealing advert for the spa and pool played up the erotic image, too, with a sizzling publicity still of a lifeguard with perfect pecs and chiseled abs beckoning guests in.

Save my life any day, Bud!

On the evening I galloped into town, I got all gussied up and took in a red-carpet event for the premiere of - "The Rocker" - which kicked off the high-profile CineVegas Film Festival.

Last word from the organizers before I left Los Angeles was that "Get Smart" would be a sell out.

Wonder why?

But, the festival staff managed to squeeze me in, to my delight!

An eclectic mix of shorts films, documentaries, and locally produced features were being screened at the annual festival - in addition to - a handful of special celluloid boutique masterpieces.

I'll trot around the Vegas landscape until I'm ready to wilt away.

But, I'll be sure to sip a cocktail, play the slots, and loll by the pool at the Sahara for a few hours, if only to pep me up a bit before the round of party-hopping starts later this evening.

At a minimum, I should be able to not only rustle up a dollop of gossip, but kick up my heels a little, too.



Skoal!

Las Vegas City Life...Andrew Kiraly, Managing Editor, publishes false statements, lacks Journalistic Ethics!

It must be the desert sun, or maybe there's something in the water, that makes journalists in Las Vegas so stupid...

A case in point, Andrew Kiraly - Managing Editor - of Las Vegas CityLife.

A few weeks ago, Mr. Kiraly contacted me to request an interview about a disturbing incident I reported on my blog in January, which "went down" at the Golden Nugget Hotel.

In a nutshell, I was walking through the rows of one-armed bandits one afternoon in the Casino, when a female security guard ambushed me, and demanded my I.D. in a rude insulting manner. I handed it over to her, but reeled over the fact that there appeared to be a case of mistaken identity or something. I mean, why was she harassing me?

When I asked her to explain her actions, she sought a quick defense. In response, she stated matter-of-fact that she spied me wandering about the casino floor, not betting, and looking suspicious.

Total nonsense!

In fact, in my hand I held a voucher that was dated and time-stamped, that verified I had been plugging coins into the slots for the previous half hour, contrary to her wild allegations!

Obviously, I caught the woman in a lie, trying to validate her unwarranted intrusion.

For good reason, I asked for her supervisor.

A pudgy, ineffectual man appeared, pooh-poohing my claims of inappropriate conduct. So, I asked to see his boss. At this point, he was quite adamant that he was the "top brass" at the Hotel Casino. Of course, I surmised his claims were false, and demanded that the "Manager" speak with me in person on the Casino floor, pronto!

At this juncture, Mr. Realmuto - the real Casino Manager - appeared.

After a brief discussion, he concluded that my complaints were well-founded. Realmuto assured me the Security Guard would apologize (or be suspended) and went on his way to take care of other Casino Business.

However, the Security Guard refused to come back to the floor and offer regrets.

So, I reported the distressing incident on my blog, warning tourists about questionable security practices at the Golden Nugget which might warrant a boycott.

Post: January 8, 2008

In spite of the fact Mr. Kiraly read the initial Golden Nugget post (which was self-explanatory) he asked me to respond to additional questions for the article he was penning. I complied with his request, by e-mail.

For a couple of weeks, I never heard back; so, I assumed he published the article.

Then, one day out-of-the-blue, he contacted me once again. On this occasion, he assured me he was basically ready to put the news report "to bed", but needed a couple of additional details clarified for the article.

At this juncture, he asked me to provide my last name.

Duh!

When I pointed out my name was at the top of my blog, he responded, "Whoops!"

Why kind of investigative journalist was this?

Then, to make matters worse, he proceeded to ask a couple of redundant questions. Even still, I remained patient, and provided thoughtful responses without delay to assist with his investigation of the facts.

Imagine my surprise when I was searching the world-wide-web last week and came across the article he'd written, rife with false statements.

For example, Mr. Kiraly reported that I refused to show my I.D. to the security guard.

A total falsehood!

Then, he proceeded to build a story on this false premise.

For example, he wrote:

"Now, strange things happen in casinos, but what followed was one for the books. Ayrs - steadfast in his refusal to show his I.D. and quickly becoming convinced he was the victim of some form of discrimination - drew a veritable chain of Golden Nugget management into a philosophical debate over whether he had to show his I.D."

The account was totally off!

There wasn't any philosophical debate over whether I should show my I.D. How could there be? I showed it upon request.

Mr. Kiraly got all his facts screwed up.

At issue was not whether I showed my I.D. - but rather - the false allegations the security guard made on the Casino floor, which not only embarrassed and humiliated me, but damaged my name and reputation to the other Hotel guests standing nearby.

Indeed, Mr. Kiraly's twisted account of the events, actually inferred that because of an "alleged refusal" to show my I.D., I was at fault.

Hogwash; nothing could be further from the truth.

But, Mr. Kiraly's lack of journalistic skills did not end there.

When I contacted him to inform him of the "factual errors", he had the audacity to assert that I neglected to disclose I showed my I.D.

False!

The reason I chose to conduct the interview by e-mail, was to ensure that all my statements were in writing, and to prevent any misquotes. In my response communication, I pointed out that I saved copies of all the previous e-mails, and that I was able to verify he had been properly informed.

I also noted my dismay over the fact he appeared to try to shift blame on me.

To date, there has not been any reply from Mr. Kiraly.

After firing off a communication to the Editor, I received word back that a retraction would be printed.

But, how do you unring a bell?

I noticed at their web site this past week that the editor has noted in the article, at their online web site, that a mistake was made in respect to my "alleged" refusal to show I.D.

But, even in this instance, the paper has failed miserably in respect to journalistic ethics.

Normally, a newspaper prints a retraction in a "separate" notice, in a prominent place in the publication. The purpose of this procedure is to ensure attention is drawn to the fact that the journalist made a mistake in reporting the facts, and to make a good faith effort to ensure readers are aware of it.

At Las Vegas CityLife...they recognized they were legally and morally obligated to correct the errors; but, bottom line, it's evident by their sloppy patch-up job that they did not want to draw attention to the fact their managing editor made such grievous errors in respect to a representation of the facts.

I have to wonder at this point how a top-level editor managed to mess up so royally.

Does the man have difficulty reading and understanding English (and comprehending facts) or is he just out-to-lunch?

All things considered, I can't help but ponder the notion that he chose to misrepresent the facts, to suit his own agenda.

Either way you look at it, the man is a menace to the field of journalism.

Andrew Kiraly...looking a little bleary-eyed!

Andrew Kiraly...publishes false statements, lacks professional ethics. Bleary-eyed, Las Vegas CityLife?

It must be the desert sun, or maybe there's something in the water, that makes journalists in Las Vegas so stupid...

A case in point, Andrew Kiraly - Managing Editor - of Las Vegas CityLife.

A few weeks ago, Mr. Kiraly contacted me to request an interview about an disturbing incident I reported on my blog in January, which "went down" at the Golden Nugget Hotel in Las Vegas.

In a nutshell, I was walking through the rows of one-armed bandits one afternoon in the Casino, when a female security guard ambushed me, and demanded my I.D. in a rude insulting manner. I handed it over to her, but reeled over the fact that there appeared to be a case of mistaken identity or something. I mean, why was she harassing me?

When I asked her to explain her actions, she sought a quick defense. In response, she stated matter-of-fact that she spied me wandering about the casino floor, not betting, and looking suspicious.

Total nonsense!

In fact, in my hand I held a voucher that was dated and time-stamped, that verified I had been plugging coins into the slots for the previous half hour, contrary to her wild allegations!

Obviously, I caught the woman in a lie, trying to validate her unwarranted intrusion.

For good reason, I asked for her supervisor.

A pudgy, ineffectual man appeared, pooh-poohing my claims of inappropriate conduct. So, I asked to see his boss. At this point, he was quite adamant that he was the "top brass" at the Hotel Casino. Of course, I surmised his claims were false, and demanded that the "Manager" speak with me in person on the Casino floor, pronto!

At this juncture, Mr. Realmuto - the real Casino Manager - appeared.

After a brief discussion, he concluded that my complaints were well-founded. Realmuto assured me the Security Guard would apologize (or be suspended) and went on his way to take care of other Casino Business.

However, the Security Guard refused to come back to the floor and express regrets.

So, I reported the distressing incident on my blog, warning tourists about questionable security practices at the Golden Nugget Casino which might warrant a boycott.

Post: January 8, 2008

In spite of the fact Mr. Kiraly read the initial Golden Nugget post (which was self-explanatory) he asked me to respond to additional questions for the article he was penning.

I complied with his request, by e-mail.

For a couple of weeks, I never heard back; so, I assumed he published the article.

Then, one day out-of-the-blue, he contacted me once again. On this occasion, he assured me he was basically ready to put the news report "to bed", but needed a couple of additional details clarified for the article.

At this juncture, he asked me to provide my last name.

Duh!

When I pointed out my name was at the top of my blog, he responded, "Whoops!"

Why kind of investigative journalist was this?

Then, to make matters worse, he proceeded to ask a couple of redundant questions. Even still, I remained patient, and provided thoughtful responses without delay to assist with his investigation of the facts.

Imagine my surprise when I was searching the world-wide-web last week and came across the article he'd written, rife with false statements.

For example, Mr. Kiraly reported that I refused to show my I.D. to the security guard.

A total falsehood!

Then, he proceeded to build a story on this false premise.

For example, he wrote:

"Now, strange things happen in casinos, but what followed was one for the books. Ayrs - steadfast in his refusal to show his I.D. and quickly becoming convinced he was the victim of some form of discrimination - drew a veritable chain of Golden Nugget management into a philosophical debate over whether he had to show his I.D."

The account was totally off!

There wasn't any philosophical debate over whether I should show my I.D. How could there be? I showed it upon request.

Mr. Kiraly got all his facts screwed up.

At issue was not whether I showed my I.D. - but rather - the false allegations the security guard made on the Casino floor, which not only embarrassed and humiliated me, but damaged my name and reputation to the other Hotel guests standing nearby.

Indeed, Mr. Kiraly's twisted account of the events, actually inferred that because of an "alleged refusal" to show my I.D., I was at fault.

Hogwash; nothing could be further from the truth.

But Mr. Kiraly's lack of journalistic skills did not end there.

When I contacted him to inform him of the "factual errors", he had the audacity to assert that I neglected to disclose I showed my I.D.

False!

The reason I chose to conduct the interview by e-mail was to ensure that all my statements were in writing and to prevent any misquotes.

In my response e-mail, I pointed out that I saved copies of all the communications, and had evidence in my possession that verified he had been properly informed.

I also noted my dismay over the fact he appeared to try to shift blame on me.

To date, there has not been any reply from Mr. Kiraly.

After firing off a communication to the Editor, I received word back that a retraction would be printed.

But, how do you unring a bell?

I noticed at their web site this past week, that the editor has noted in the article at their online web site, that a mistake was made in respect to my "alleged" refusal to show I.D.

But, even in this instance, the paper has failed miserably in respect to journalistic ethics.

Normally, a newspaper prints a retraction in a "separate" notice, in a prominent place in the publication. The purpose of this procedure is to ensure attention is drawn to the fact that the journalist made a mistake in reporting the facts, and to make a good faith effort to ensure readers are aware of it.

At Las Vegas CityLife...they recognized they were legally and morally obligated to correct the errors; but, bottom line, it's evident by their sloppy patch-up job that they did not want to draw attention to the fact their managing editor made such grievous errors in respect to a representation of the facts.

I have to wonder at this point how a top-level editor managed to mess up so royally.

Does the man have difficulty reading and understanding English (and comprehending facts), or is he just out-to-lunch?

All things considered, I can't help but ponder the notion that he chose to misrepresent the facts, to suit his own agenda.

Either way you look at it, the man is a menace to the field of journalism.

Andrew Kiraly...looking a little bleary-eyed!

Barry Manilow...headlines Vegas; long way from Continental Baths!

Apparently, Barry Manilow woke up one morning to find himself "broke".

His financial advisers either mismanaged his money or simply ran off with it.

Sadly, Mr. Manilow was forced to return to "work".

Before you could say "Memories" the 70's pop star landed a gig headlining in Las Vegas. Now, he's taking his fans on a trip down nostalgia lane.

As I surfed the TV by remote last night, I caught a promo for a new album slated for release to coincide with his current sell-out concerts on the glitzy strip.

There he was doing a kind of cha-cha down a catwalk, occasionally hopping into the packed audience to give a big hug to a fan or kiss the air suggestively near a chubby cheek.

Ah, Manilow magic is thriving in the new millennium.

Is it me, or does Mr. Manilow look a lot like Ellen DeGeneres these days?

I am so glad he didn't go the Elvis route with the flashy threads, a larger than life persona, and carnival-like gimmicks. On this occasion, the diminutive crooner was attired in a classy dress jacket (with a slight sheen to it, which I warmed up to right away) with an open-collared shirt in midnight blue and chic tailored slacks.

No jewelery, though. Did his financial handlers run off with that, too?

Just as I started to wonder what-in-the-heck happened to COPACABANA, he announced to the audience how proud he was of the "new arrangement" which was crafted for an album due to be released.

Barrie, it's God awful. Don't tamper with success, please.

Even still, Manilow has come a long way since the Continental Baths (male bath house) where he first played the ivories in New York as a back-up pianist for legendary Bette Midler.

I wonder how he managed to remain focused on the sheet music - what with all those hot muscular dudes traipsing in and out of the steam room - every five minutes or so.

In the early seventies an old friend - Jeffrey Jones (I knew him when he was just emoting one-liners in high-brow Shakespearean productions, before he played the role of the principal in the comedy "Ferris Bueller's Day Off", and long before his sex scandal hit the tabloids a couple of years ago) invited me to attend a Midler concert at the Palace in New York.

At one juncture, Bette interrupted the show a beat to introduce her back-up pianist, Barry Manilow.

"He's going to be big one day. He's so talented," chirped Bette with a lot of enthusiasm.

Then, with her blessing, he proceeded to show off his stuff in a mini-performance. For the most part, he played a handful of jingles he wrote for TV commercials, and a tune or two he'd written for a couple of name performers.

A few years later, he stepped out of the background, and the rest is music history!

Yes, he's come a long way since the Continental Baths.

By the way, has he come out yet?

I noticed in the clip on the Arts Channel that Mr. Manilow was wearing earplugs. I wonder, were the lyrics being piped in for him to follow?

Personally, I found his distorted facial expressions distracting when the camera panned in, not flattering at all. Also, it was apparent from the way he was stretching the muscles in his neck - and vigorously working his lower jaw - that he was not using his vocal chords correctly.

Understandably, he was incapable of hitting the high notes.

Yes, all that can be sweetened in the studio. But - in a live performance - it's painfully obvious that Manilow is a mediocre singer with limited vocal range.

However, his tunes - although a bit mushy and smacking of sickening-sweet sentimentality that turns a stomach on occasion - are catchy. The memorable melodies have a way of lingering, too; the sure sign of a "hit".

Keep pluggin' away, Barry - you'll turn up another winner, yet.

But, please drop the "new arrangements".

In the final analysis the song stylings are deadly - and sure to kill your career - not revive it.

Golden Nugget Hotel...harasses patrons and discriminates against individuals attired in Calvin Klein fashions!

 

Fabulous Las Vegas?

Not!

Today I was involved in a shocking and disturbing incident at the Golden Nugget Hotel here in Las Vegas, which has shaken me considerably!

After having a coffee and doughnut on Fremont Street, I stepped into the Golden Nugget to play a few of the slot machines. I selected a one-arm bandit, and began to place bets, as usual. A cocktail waitress sauntered by at one point, offered me a beverage, and wished me good luck with my game.

In a short while, I got up and picked another machine, to try my luck there. In fact, I probably bet on a handful of machines over the course of a half-an-hour.

Suddenly, as I was pondering whether to exit and go uptown - and perhaps take in a show - a woman in a dark suit who identified herself as "security" - blocked my path and demanded to see my identification!

I was in total shock! Had I done something wrong? Was there a case of mistaken identity or something? My thoughts started running wild, I suddenly felt dizzy, and nauseous, and out-of-breath.

When I gathered my emotions, and my head stopped reeling, I asked her, "Why?"

She claimed she observed me walking about the Hotel Casino without betting, scanning the machines, and accused me of looking suspicious!

Well, that was a total lie. In my hand, I was holding a voucher which verified I was betting for at least the last half hour (both time stamped & dated); in addition, the cocktail waitress could also verify the security guard's statements were a total falsehood.

When I noted this, she bristled, then retorted in a nasty, demeaning tone of voice, "Well, I have a right to ask for your ID."

But, the grounds on which she based her decision, had no merit whatsoever!

I felt insulted at this point.

Because there were no sufficient grounds for harassing me, and I was a patron of the Casino for the past few days, it was evident to me that the woman had not only acted out-of-line, but was discriminating against me for some inexplicable reason - and in the process - was seriously violating my rights, as well.

I asked to see her supervisor, who appeared behind me moments later.

When I started to complain, he smiled like a Cheshire cat, and tried to wave me off.

"We can ask to see anyone's ID," he replied smugly.

I pointed out, however, that she based her actions on the grounds that I was wandering about the lobby, that I was not patronizing the Hotel, and appeared to be some kind of bum or street person, with no right to be in their Casino!

Which was totally untrue.

When it was evident he was trying to protect her, and shoo me off, I asked to see the Manager.

He responded quite adamantly, "You're speaking to him."

"You're the Manager of the Hotel," I queried further.

He hesitated, stammered a bit, then blurted out, "No, I'm not".

In response, I said, "I demand to see the manager right away so I can lodge a formal complaint."

And, I proceeded to explain why.

"I am thoroughly insulted by the woman's inappropriate actions, which unnecessarily humiliated me, in front of all the patrons in this section of the Casino."

He trotted off to find the Casino Manager with me in tow. After a guard managed to secure his whereabouts by walkie-talkie, he appeared about fifteen minutes later.

At first, Mr. Realmuto tried to use the same excuse - that the woman was correct in her position - because the Hotel had the right to ask anyone on the premises for ID at any given time at their discretion.

However, when I pointed out that the grounds on which the woman stated her reasons for making the request were totally without merit - and that she had slandered me in front of other hotel guests in the vicinity of the incident in the process - he recanted.

At this juncture, he agreed to have a word with her supervisor, and try to resolve the issue. In addition, he assured me that she would apologize for her outrageous conduct which caused me undue mental and emotional distress in front of a roomful of strangers.

After about fifteen minutes, Mr. Realmuto returned and informed me that he had spoken with her supervisor, that she would apologize - and that if she did not - he'd put her on suspension.

As he walked off, he noted that matter was now in the hands of her supervisor.

Meanwhile, out of the corner of my eye, I spied the man in question with another security guard about fifteen feet away, laughing at me, and making jokes about the incident. After the Casino Manager was out of sight, the supervisor walked over and informed me the woman refused to apologize - but added - that he would do so on her behalf.

I pointed out that Mr. Realmuto assured me that if she did not make amends herself, that she would be suspended. In response, he stared at me coldly for a moment, then panicked.

Our talks went downhill after that.

When I informed the man (who would not provide his name) that I wanted to file a formal complaint, he arranged for the Director of Security to bring a standard form down to fill out; however, when the gentleman arrived, he argued with the supervisor most strenuously against providing it. In fact, he was downright reticent about handing over the paperwork.

In retrospect, it would appear that he did not want any record of the incident, in spite of the fact there was a roomful of witnesses standing on the sidelines, watching the drama unfold with great intensity.

I noted my intention to file a complaint with the Executive Management of the Hotel and the owners.

At this juncture, I also noted that Mr. Realmuto let it slip that the security woman who harassed me, may have acted the way she did because I was dressed in the manner I was - in a plaid shirt and black jeans.

So, I asked the supervisor - point-blank - to state for the record if the Golden Nugget discriminated against patrons based on casual attire.

He replied with a stunned look, "...it depends on the circumstance."

Well now, is that not discrimination in its truest form?

It should be noted that I was wearing Calvin Klein designer clothes, which were clean and pressed, and relatively new. Are Mr. Klein's clothes not acceptable at the Golden Nugget Hotel?

It should be noted that I was also carrying a flap jacket, so I have to wonder if the woman thought I was in the Military; in that event, does the Golden Nugget discriminate against individuals they suspect to be members of the Armed Forces?

Are the young men who fight for this country, and put themselves at risk and in harm's ways - to ensure our basic rights and freedoms are secure - not welcome at the Golden Nugget either?

Obviously, something is clearly amiss at the Golden Nugget!

The actions of the security staff were wild and reckless, discriminatory in nature, and amounted to harassment. Throughout the shocking, disturbing incident, my rights were violated in the process.

So, I intend to lodge a formal complaint with the Hotel Executive Management, and the owners of the Golden Nugget.

In addition, I shall seek appropriate legal counsel to bring litigation forward - if necessary - to deter such outrageous, heinous, wrongful conduct in the future.

In the interim, I urge all tourists, and visitors to the Las Vegas resort area, to boycott the Golden Nugget - or at least - steer clear of patronage.

After all, this could happen to any one of you.

According to employees I spoke to after the incident, this is the kind of typical, disturbing conduct, that is ongoing at the Golden Nugget Hotel in Las Vegas.

I say, steer clear of this establshment like the plague.

Amen!

http://www.thetattler.biz

Las Vegas...in great New Year spirits! Sahara Buffet specials & Hooters $100 free slots!

St. Pierre vs. Hughes "fight match" (December 29th)


As New Year's approaches, the masses continue to throng into town by the moment.

Meanwhile, I'm having a great winter vacation in "sin" city.

Last night I stood in line for about twenty five minutes for the Buffet Special at the Sahara Hotel, but, it was worth the wait.

There were tiers of succulent fruit, enticing salad dishes for the diet-conscious, and a whole array of scrumptious entrees - prime rib, steamed fish, oysters on the half shell, an assortment of tantalizing pasta dishes - you name it.

For those with a sweet tooth (I confess, moi!) there were mouth-watering pastries, pies, cookies, and other delectable goodies priced at a bargain-basement deal at $6.99.

Then, I hot-footed it over to "Hooters", where management was offering up $100 free slot play.

Heh, Dudes, there are a bevy of bodacious babes on hand to cater to your every need.

So, it may be wise to wet your whistle at their trendy watering hole before moving on for a wild carefree night on the town.

The strip has been bumper to bumper with traffic, so it may be wise to pluck up a day pass when you arrive, at the top of your stay.

The double-decker buses are quite comfortable, and trek up and down Las Vegas Boulevard regularly, so it appears the numero uno choice of travel for most over the holiday season.

The nights have been a bit nippy, though, with biting winds swirling in unexpectedly from the far reaches of the desert.

So, if you haven't sauntered into the popular desert resort yet, it may be wise to pack a sweater, wool cap, and maybe - mittens!


But, no doubt, you'll be slipping into the Casinos along the strip before the night freeze numbs the old bod - each offers up free cocktails to slot players - so take advantage of it.

Actually, if you don't win bundles of moolah at the slot machines, all is not lost.


With the advent of dazzling computer technology in recent years, Casino owners have given the nod to clever creative game-programmers, to spruce up the one-armed bandits with virtual screens that light up, drag you into fantasy scenarios when you hit a bonus line, and - in some instances - draw you into a unique interactive experience.

When I plunked down to play "Floppy Shoes", and hit a hot spot, a colorful clown popped up on screen.

Each time I was instructed to punch his nose, a balloon floated up and indicated the spoils I'd won, until the final end round.

At a slot machine with a theme on magic - a master of the sleight of hand swirled ten golden coins above his head - and invited me to "pick one" ; at which point, he swept 'em up in one fell swoop.

Then, tossed out a handful of coins, the lion's share of my booty.

But, it was the "Dance of the Spirit" which truly captured my imagination.

After hitting a special sequence of icons on the payline, the screen opened up, and a haunting voice invited me on a "Mystical Journey".

At this juncture, I was asked to select my "spirit guide" - which was an Eagle - by the way. Then, I was thrust headlong into a delightful fantasy journey.

In one sequence of events, a dreamcatcher "caught" coins that fell from the sky; in another, an exquisite butterfly fluttered across a screen, beckoned me to choose three options.

A fun, intriguing experience!

As for the Hotels, each has their own house band, in the event guests were not into slots or gambling at the Roulette or Black Jack tables. For the most part, the capable musicians drumed up solid musical stylings with a great party beat.

One woman I innocently slipped into some idle talk with (who turned out to be familiar with my blog, by golly!) lamented that she found it odd that one resort had booked in Kevin Federline (Britney's ex) to host a "party".

"Do you think he can actually draw in people?" she asked me incredulously.

At the Sahara, the house band really rocked - played a lot of olden golden goodies, for example - and got the crowd revved up and tilting on the intimate dance floor.

Yeah, in this instance, you could invite your date to the "Casbah", since that was the name of the joint.

Crowd-pleasing, top-selling shows in Vegas right now include such hits as Zumanity (Cirque Du Soleil), Blue Man Group (Venetian), and the American Superstars (Stratosphere).

Check the listings for details.

As the days have passed, Hotel accommodation has soared in price in anticipation of New Year's Eve.

One day the rate may be $60.00 for a single, for example, the next $100.00.

One hotel manager confessed he was unable to quote a price for tomorrow.

I guess they're waiting to see what the demand is, before they set the rate, and proceed to gouge the visitors for astronomical sums!

Maybe, I'll be homeless tomorrow ("No room at the Inn"?) and trekking back to Los Angeles sooner than I expected.

Actually, the crowds have been in great spirits.

When tourists stumble across a fellow traveler snapping pictures of family or friends on the strip, they wait patiently on the sidelines before passing to be sure the magic of the moment is not ruined.

Elsewhere, the throngs have stood in line patiently at site-seeing spots, courteous to those all around with smiles on their faces.

Yes, the town is in high spirits.

I guess, there's something about the intrigue of a New Year on the horizon, that puts folks' hearts in the right place!

Blue Man Group New Year 2007

Las Vegas..."Band She" rocks at Paris; Midnight with Pamela Anderson, and Lounge Lizards at Planet Hollywood!

Well, on Christmas Eve, the all girl group - "BAND SHE" - really rocked Paris (not the socialite celeb, guys) - at the Hotel of the same name in Las Vegas. The pretty, talented ladies were all gussied up in black and pink - and made quite an impression on the holiday revelers who were out in good cheer!

Meanwhile, down the road at "Planet Hollywood", the management was featuring Karaoke on Tuesday night...gee, was this how Elvis got discovered? Judging by the enthusiastic crowds who jumped up and belted out songs non-stop with gusto - the weekly event should be a mainstay for awhile.

There was a lot of excitement elsewhere on the strip, too.

At midnight, the "Mirage" featured a spectacular light and water show outside the Hotel which peaked with a stunning display of fireworks - flames that roared about 500 feet in the air - which wowed the thronging masses snapping away with their digital cams on Las Vegas Boulevard beyond the guard rail.

When I stopped in to the MGM Grand, a large capacity crowd was also marveling at the "Lion Habitat"; gee, brave tourists can actually walk under a glass walkway as a pride of Lions stride above in all their spectacular, powerful beauty.

Down on the old strip, I stumbled across a great little restaurant in the Four Queens (!) Hotel, which offers up an incredible breakfast special for $4.95. If you've got a big appetite, then the large platter with eggs, ham (replete with bone in the middle, which you can pack away and take home for the dog), hash browns (with a crusty, tasty skin toasted to perfection) toast, and piping hot coffee will start the day off right.

Around the cocktail hour, tourists in the "know", were slipping into the "Golden Gate" down the street for scrumptious shrimp cocktail - at 99 cents a crack. Ah, just like the old days in Vegas...a deal can be had!

At the Casinos I scored quite well with my gambling...granted, it struck me a little odd that folks actually bet on one-arm bandits with names like - "Cops & Doughnuts", "Tabasco, "Wild Pepper", and the like...but, whatever gets you off, eh?
Believe it or not, on a "Wild Wolf " slot machine, I hit a jackpot which paid all my expenses for the day. To date, I'm ahead of the game; but, I don't go hog wild, if you know what I mean.

A handful of Asian tourists asked for my assistance in figuring out the wagering scheme on the betting line; frankly, I was staggered by the sums the joyful lot wanted to gamble each pull of the arm.

Not like some, my strategy is to move on when I win - play a new round with my winnings (for good luck) at another machine - and try for the big pay-outs just waiting to strike. Oftentimes, they do, and have.

I laughed when I noticed a number of hard-core gamblers stroking the front panels of the slot machine - as if with a magic wand - to beckon a stroke of luck. Well, whatever works for ya!

Some old-timers are so stubborn, though! In spite of rising losses, many are inclined to hang on to one lone game - plugging in coins of the realm hourly - waiting for the pay-off, which - sadly - often never does.

The town was purring with quite a few sleek limos last night with brides and grooms in tow; yup, the chapel doors are wide open 'til the wee hours of dawn, in the event some hopeless romantics are hankering for a quickie wedding in Nevada.

What really surprised me was the smoking everywhere! We're so spoiled in California, with our restrictions, and all.

In the Casinos, there are nasty butts in ashtrays everywhere, and folks just smokin' up a storm. Fortunately, the habit - which many deem nasty - doesn't bother me in the least. However, I noticed a handful of visitors - who have smoke regulations in the city's they journeyed from - were obviously taken aback by the puffers in prominence everywhere!

In the next week, there's plenty of entertainment to take in, if you're pining for a quick get-a-way.

Right now, there is an excellent exhibition of photographs from the "Titanic", for instance. In this well-archived show, there are over 300 authentic artifacts on display, which were rescued from the Titantic's final resting place 2 1/2 miles beneath the North Atlantic.

And, there's another more intriguing display which is aptly entitled, "Bodies...The Exhibition". The show - housed at the "Tropicana" - features about twenty-one whole-body specimens, in addition to more than 260 organs and partial body specimens, for your inspection up-close and personal. Critics are calling the unique experience, "...both transfixing and educational".

I'm been informed that the insightful foray explores a handful of realistic problems which occur due to over-eating and smoking; so, definitely - Bodies - is not for the squeamish! If you are fascinated by the skeletal, muscular, respiratory, and circulatory systems - this one's for you.

The truly macabre-minded will undoubtedly take it in on a double-bill with a screening of "Sweeney Todd".

Then, there's the big "Fight" on December 29th...with the two top contenders - St. Pierre vs. Hughes - at "Mandalay Bay". Heavyweights in both show business and the sports arena will be in attendance, with a lot of lookie-loos on the sidelines, catching the blow by blow action.

"Earth Wind & Fire" will be in concert at the "Venetian" on December 31st.

And, Pam Anderson will be at "Pure" (the Baywatch beauty, tool-time girl I worked with on "Home Improvement") at Caesar's Palace.

The Beatles show - "LOVE" - is a big draw right now (Cirque Du Soleil) at the "Mirage", which was directed by Dominic Champagne, with musical bravado by Sir George Martin & Giles Martin respectively.

For die-hard "Back Street Boys" fans, the night will be edgy and wild at the "Hard Rock", when the guys get dirty for a countdown at midnight on December 31st.

For those with off-beat tastes: "Carrot Top" - remember him? - is at the "Atrium Showroom", while the "Chippendales" dancers are still going strong at the Rio.

Well, something to appeal to every taste.

Although I spent the holiday in "sin" city, I managed to get back to my Hotel before the witching hour and caught the Pope's midnight mass on NBC...ah, managed to save my soul by the stroke of twelve.

Happy Holidays!

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