Fantasy
The Luxor, Las Vegas
TICKETHOLDERS
Fantasy at the Luxor’s Atrium Theatre is the Vegas Strip’s classiest topless extravaganza, far more than just firmly resculptured breasts popped out of splendidly sequined bikini tops. Truly the main wonder of Fantasy, from my unique perspective, is not the size of accoutrements featured along this line of beautiful nubile chorines, even though the perfect sets of the show’s most advertised attraction are nothing to be sneezed at—unless, of course, you’re into that sort of thing.
To me the line of admittedly fine looking chests are overshadowed by the long-legged gypsies’ collective precision interpretations of the knockout choreography provided by Eddie Garcia and his longtime partner, J-Lo ex Cris Judd—but then again I do admit I subscribe to Playboy to read the articles. Fantasy clearly focuses on stellar dancing ability, although my heterosexual cousin Gregg from Rockford, Illinois, who attended the show with me, might offer some debate about that. I told Gregg’s wary wife Lynn that if Fantasy offended her, she and I could catch Chippendale’s at the Rio or Thunder Down Under at Excalibur the next night—instead, we all checked out Zumanity and everyone was happy.
Granted, there is one young lady in Fantasy with truly enormous endowments, but if she’s there to appease the good ol’ boys from back home at the speedway in attendance, she holds her own—no pun intended—as a dancer as well, although her chest does offer a rather distracting counterbalance to the movements of the rest of her body. The gifted and gorgeous Jennifer Ross, who out of her clothes looks like a fugitive from Zena: Warrior Princess, is the unacknowledged star of the revue and the dynamic Stephanie Jordan steals the show belting out song after song. Personally, I could do without the mood-breaking antics of comic-impressionist Sean Cooper, seemingly only added to provide time for the girls to change costumes and wipe off the unattractive glow of perspiration, but I’ll have to admit the guy’s purdy funny, especially complete with voodoo sorceress hair and his Schwarzenegger calf muscles in a dead-on impersonation of Tina Turner.
The history of Fantasy explains everything: When MGM/Mirage bought the Luxor in a multibillion-dollar deal in 2006, the corporation asked that the Egyptian-themed hotel’s topless revue Midnight Fantasy be revamped and youth-ified to attract Vegas’ new less walker-and-oxygen-tank-wheeling audience. Garcia, Judd and producer Anita Mann were brought in to create something different than what was offered in their own celebrated Crazy Horse Paris (the former Le Femme) at MGM Grand, not wanting to compete with themselves as they upsized corporately. If Crazy Horse is touted as the Art of the Nude, Fantasy could be referred to as the Art of Dancing Performed in the Nude, since it first and foremost features spectacular hoofers—no, now, I said hoofers—seemingly chosen more for talent than cup size.
Fantasy plays indefinitely at the Luxor Las Vegas Hotel & Casino, 3900 Las Vegas Blvd. South. Tickets may be reserved at 800.557.7428 or 702.262.4400. For more information, visit www.fantasyluxor.com
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