Bette Midler took me by surprise this past Sunday night.
Huffing and puffing across the Coliseum stage, she
managed to be bawdy but not gaudy, trashy yet classy,
strong yet vulnerable, old school and nu school. Bette’s
show is is not your standard Vegas Shake-N-Bake show
suffocated by the lifeless Cirque-du-aesthetic; there
were actual musicians on stage, meaty showgirls with real tits, and at the
center of it all was Bathhouse Betty working overtime.
Now, I have seen lots of divas, in fact, most of em, and
none of them deliver a glow-and-tingle job like Bette
does. She’s not just going through the paces, her glitter
is drenched with sweat. But it’s her genuine gratitude
for the opportunity to entertain that is surprisingly touching.
It hits you when you least expect it, and suddenly this
pint-sized movie star connects on an emotional level
that is rare in Vegas! Get tickets now, you will be grateful.
PS – And yes, you can pick up some Bathhouse Betty
Bath Milk in the Bette store at Caesars!