Although this production is a bit of a mixed bag, there are some hidden gems...and some surprises throughout. All in all a noble attempt to satisfy the demographically unpredictable and somewhat fickle audiences of Atlantic City.
The acrobats are entertaining, in that they didn't fall. Except maybe slightly short of their Vegas counterparts. The singer is well intentioned, but green. Asking her to be the lynch pin of this production is a little ambitious for all.
Easily the weakest aspect of the night comes in the form of the magician. Confusing smugness for showmanship, he struts around waving his hands at run-of-the-mill illusions, as if someone forgot to tell him the magic isn't really real. (Or at least that the assistant does all of the work.) His swagger and cheesetastic song choices evoke a wannabe cruise magician who simply missed the boat.
However, the real standouts are the dancers. Gorgeous, graceful, and spunky. At any given moment blending the classic tease of vintage burlesque, with the poppy slink of the pussycat dolls. They inject a much needed sense of fun and sexiness into this show, while still retaining class. The choreography is cute and clever, even turning a seemingly oddly placed Michael Jackson B side into a whimsical musical treat. These girls are obviously dancing their hearts out in a production that may or may not deserve them.
If you go, go for them.