• A Tale of Two Titties

    by  • January 3, 2012 • Pop Culture • 2 Comments

    First, let me apologize for the title of this post; I simply could not help myself.

    Over the past couple of months I have had the pleasure of seeing two of the Strip’s most lauded burlesque reviews: Fantasy at the Luxor and Peepshow at Planet Hollywood.

    When I sat down to write a review for Fantasy a few months ago, I hit a snag because I had nothing with which to make a comparison and found myself waxing poetic about the abundance of breasts (something I do rather well, but this is not that type of blog). As soon as I saw Peepshow I knew the two shows needed to be reviewed together.

    I should start by pointing out that there are numerous burlesque shows (or topless reviews) available for your viewing pleasure, but these two happen to be the most commonly recommended by friends and people whose opinions I respect.

    I should also point out that I love Holly Madison. During her stay in Vegas as a performer she has done more for the Las Vegas community than most celebrities, or politicians, will ever do. Holly truly embodies what it means to be a Las Vegan: a lot of sweetness with just the right amount of sin.

    That being said, Peepshow is the lesser of these two shows. The theater is excellent; draped in purple velvet (a color I find far sexier than red/pink) and hit with just the right amount of light to set an atmosphere that can only be described as smoldering.

    The problem comes with the story in the show. Ms. Madison plays Little Bo Peep, who isn’t searching for her sheep, but for Mr. Right. She is swept away into dreamland and taken through a few dance numbers/dreams as they relate to other nursery rhyme characters until she meets Little Boy Blue (who is a plant in the audience). Unfortunately, the story gets in the way more than it helps. More often than not, I felt as though the dancers were taking off their tops, not because it was an integral part of the dance number, but because it was expected. It felt a lot like the choreographer said “Oh, well we haven’t shown boobs in a while, so lets do it here, I guess.”

    Fantasy, on the other hand, is seamless in its boob presentation. The key, in my opinion, is that there is no story, just a theme (hint: it relates to the title). Each number is well choreographed and the removal of bras is simply another move in the dance. Fantasy doesn’t ever try to be more than it is and the women that star in the show seem to have genuine fun performing.  The show doesn’t suffer from slow moments (Peepshow definitely does). The Fantasy theater is a lot less intimate and a lot more stadium in style. However, the hostess manages to get up into the crowd and fully engage the crowd.

    I left Peepshow having enjoyed the show but feeling a bit confused as to why it was a topless show. I left Fantasy fully knowing that what I saw was indeed a top tier burlesque show.

     

    Bottom line, if you only have time to see one burlesque show, go see Fantasy. However, if you’re in town for a while, go see them both!

     

    Tickets for Fantasy start at $39

    Tickets for Peepshow start at $66.

     

     

    My Fantasy Experience was provided by Wicked Creative and Peepshow was provided by Kirvin Doak. As always, the opinions are my own (no one wants to claim them anyway). 

     

    photo courtesy of Kurafire.

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