Upon entering the MontBleu, a run-down casino/hotel, well past its probably 1960's glory (assuming it ever had any to begin with), the first thing you notice is the eye-stinging cloud of stale cigarette smoke and cleaning products. Venturing in further, you realize that this whole hotel, like so many over-painted barflies well past their prime is just hanging on, sipping one more watered down cocktail at the bar, hoping for a warm body to come along and keep them company until closing time...except the bar never closes and nobody ever comes. The halls were full of wandering aimless families, because after all a smoky casino is the perfect family destination.
The auditorium has clearly seen better days, but to be fair, the view is okay from most every seat, not great, but okay. The "fully stocked" bar can only really be considered that if water counts for liquor, because all of our drinks, even the Pepsi were watered down to the point of undrinkability.
On to the show...these guys are hacks, their tricks and illusions are all stock stuff. You will get better entertainment from a children's birthday party magician, and at least then you get a balloon animal to take home. The emcee claimed to have been doing this for twenty years...unfortunately, his jokes were twenty years old and his tricks were lame and easy to figure out. The next guy had some kind of creepy sister-assistant thing going on and his show consisted mostly of the standard "girl in a box" gets cut in half or things poked through or "magically switched with the magician or the other assistant behind a curtain." All that's fine, if you see it once, but he did it multiple times. He did one good illusion where he pulled an improbably large object out of a picture he'd just drawn, then made it go back...I'll give him credit for that one. There was one good act, or at least it was good until it played out too long. One of the performers did a routine with people's zip codes, leading to some jokes and the old "psychic note from Elvis that magically captures the moment," but even his act took a wrong turn when he brought out the dog with a fake jaw for a "conversation" (not a ventriloquist act, mind you, just him carrying out both sides of the conversation with the dog). The poor old dog really looked like it would rather be somewhere, anywhere else. And just when we thought it was finally over, the emcee came back and reminded us that we were still there, dragging out the moment a little longer.
You know those sad clowns on the velvet paintings? that would have been more entertaining.
This is county-fair circuit bad entertainment...actually, that's unfair to the county-fair performers. Add on the exploitative Ticketmaster fee and it all adds up to a phenomenal ripoff.