In the middle of my post-turkey engorging, tryptophan-induced narcolepsy, it occurred to me that we at the Morgue are remiss.
It seems that amid an economic meltdown and a historical political race, we completely forgot to write a review of Magician cum douchebag Criss Angel's new 100 million dollar spectacular in Vegas.
We reported way back in April that Angel was teaming up with Cirque du Soleil on a new live show at the Luxor hotel. The show, titled "Criss Angel: Believe" had its premiere performance on Halloween night (of course it was Halloween. No Magician worth their weight in gold would pass up an opportunity to perform for an audience on All Hallows Eve.)
Unfortunately, it appears that Angel's latest foray into live theatrical stage magic did not receive the adoring praise the producers were expecting.
In a word, reviews have been terrible.
"For a reported $100 million, Cirque has bought itself its first bona fide bomb." writes Joe Brown of the Las Vegas Sun. Camp followers — the types who relish gems of unintentional badness like “Showgirls” and well, “Springtime for Hitler” — are advised to get tickets soon."
Reed Johnson from the LA Times wrote, "while Cirque's poetic imagery at its best can leave you rubbing your eyes and holding your breath, spectators here are more likely to find themselves stifling a yawn or wincing with embarrassment.
And Doug Elfman of the Las Vegas Review-Journal states: "If Cirque thinks the sleeeeepy-paced execution of the plot in this supposed-$100 million show is engaging, then so would watching a cat poop in a gilded box."
It looks like Criss has his work cut out for him if he expects to have anyone but his fanatical freaks throwing down $100 for a ticket to his little magic shows. But with Criss signed to a ten year contract, I guess he will have plenty of time to perfect the act.