Know how it feels when you watch surreptitiously through a woman's open window as she takes off her clothes? Me neither.
However, I suspected that this is what watching Midnight Fantasy would feel like. The show is intended to present a sensual glimpse of private fantasy from a woman's perspectivesomewhat like one of those late-night cable movies that doesn't involve any men. Midnight Fantasy is advertised as appropriate for couplesalthough Quaker couples might want to consider seeing one of the Luxor's IMAX theater shows instead.
The show runs Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday at 8:30 p.m. and 10:30 p.m., Wednesday and Friday at 10:30 p.m. only, and Sunday at 8:30 p.m. only, and dark on Mondays.
The Pharaoh's Theater is entered via a long ramp spiraling around it, giving one the impression you are visiting an observatory. (Insert silly "heavenly bodies" joke here.) The theater has an intimate feel, with 350 good seats and no bad ones. The stage is fairly small, and as I watched the show I was impressed by the cast's use of the space available. The nine dancers were constantly circulating, using the stage's depth to feature different pairs or trios of ladies moving forward while the others swirled into the background.
Midnight Fantasy is, of course, driven by musica mixture of pop songs, about half of them featuring the stylish vocals of singer Stephanie Jordan. She sang with a sassy sense of fun that complimented the mood quite well, but she didn't look quite at ease when partaking in the playful petting that occurred whenever she interacted with the dancers around her. I have never liked lip-synching, because it just doesn't look or sound real. The dancers did some of it during narrated introductions to different acts, which was unnecessary; the girls could simply have started the dance moves while the brief narration was playing. The dancers could be seen singing along with the songs as if they were performing for their own enjoyment, which added to the sense of the whole "woman's perspective" theme. Oh, and if you've read about this show don't worrythey removed the song 'Who Let the Dogs Out?' from the lineup.
There were two male performers in the show; fortunately they wore more clothing than the women. Sean Cooper showed some great dance moves, performing mostly solo but also briefly with the female dancers, and he also did some pretty good singing impersonations - costumes and allof James Brown, Sammy Davis, Jr., Michael Jackson, and Tina Turner. It was all light-hearted fun, though it didn't exactly fit with the mood of a woman's fantasy (especially with him in that short dress as Tina). Comedian John Padon performed a stand-up act, poking fun at the small size of the mid-week audience and the fact that they were seeing a "tittie show" at 8:30 p.m. instead of having dinner. John was good, but I would prefer to have had him as an opening act; his mid-show appearance, while offering the dancers a rest, disrupted the mood somewhat.
And what of the mood? It ranged from the exotic (feathered costumes in vivid colors) to the intimate (lingerie and a large bed as a dance platform) to the playful (honky-tonk music and bright-red cowgirl outfits, though the girls would get awfully sunburned dressed like that out on the range) to the theatrical (a Bond-esque "secret agent" act turning into a bluesy "Leave Your Hat On" striptease).
The show doesn't attempt to overwhelm or dazzle its audience. The feeling is more friendly and fun. The costumes were nicely done, and the wigs worn during some acts had no trouble staying on during the most gymnastic of dance moves. Speaking of moves, I enjoyed the flow of the dances: rather than doing exactly-synchronized kicks and turns more suited to large shows, the dancers seemed to be doing something just slightly different from one another most of the time. This created an atmosphere of constant motion and made it fun watching individual dancers to see what each was doing.
The only part of the show I was dismayed with was the brief audience-participation segment, in which the singer chose a man from the audience and sent him backstage to be dressed up as Elvis for a momentary on-stage vamp with the girls. It was cheesy and detracted from an otherwise tasteful show.
If you're looking for something aggressively sexual, I think you're better off at one of Las Vegas' many gentlemen's clubs. Despite the tremendous beauty of the performers (men in drag excepted), this show is more relaxed because of the "fun factor," and I agree that it's appropriate for couples. My male friends may scold me for saying this, but the show would have been just as sensual without the girls' being topless. As for whether the show truly represents a woman's perspective on fantasy, I would have to have attended with a woman to answer that one. Too bad all my female friends are Quakers!
By Robert LaGrone, Las Vegas Jetsetters Magazine Correspondent.