Cherry Boom Boom — Review

  • IN A NUTSHELL: [CLOSED AS OF OCTOBER 28 2016]
  • SPW: 4%
  • Tropicana Theater, Tropicana Hotel
  • 3801 Las Vegas Blvd S, Las Vegas
  • RESERVATIONS: (800) 829-9034
  • MINIMUM AGE: 18
  • SHOWTIMES: [CLOSED]
  • TICKET PRICE: $59 / $79 / $99 - depending on closeness to stage - plus taxes and fees
  • SEATING: Assigned seats
  • BEVERAGE SERVICE:no cocktail service, but you can bring drinks to your seat
  • FULL BAR: full bar in back
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[CLOSED AS OF OCTOBER 28 2016]

I’m not going to say this show is a catastrophe, but I’ve seen actual train wrecks that were more pleasant to watch. What the hell were they thinking?

Here’s the problem: The program lists a Supervising Choreographer, an Associate Choreographer, two Specialty Choreographers, and two Contributing Choreographers. There’s also a Show Director, an Artistic Director, a Creative Director, a Theatrical Director, and a Director of Operations.

That makes six choreographers and five directors. This show is so overproduced it’s a confusing mess.

I hate giving a terrible review to a show, especially when I can see there are a couple dozen really talented dancers who are putting everything they’ve got into it, but this show just doesn’t work.

The music choices are great, including:  “Sweet Emotion” by Aerosmith, Ram Jam’s “Black Betty,” The Kills’ “Sour Cherry,” Santana’s “Black Magic Woman,” “Super Sex” by Morphine, AC/DC’s “She’s Got the Jack,” Lenny Kravitz’s ‘”American Woman,” Aretha’s “Son of a Preacher Man,” Prince’s “Darling Nikki,” Soft Cell’s “Tainted Love,” Pink Floyd’s “Hey You” and Joan Jett’s “Do You Want to Touch Me.”

How can you go wrong with a soundtrack like that?

Here’s how you go wrong:  Almost every number has multiple dancers – six, eight, ten – running around the stage and behind scrims and diaphanous curtains and on balconies in no sync with each other, with irritating flashing lights, lasers, strobes, and video projections. Here’s a pic I took with my cell phone:

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Looks exciting, but in person it came out muddled.  It’s more like watching an aerobics class than erotic entertainment.

The costumes are fairly typical for Vegas topless shows, ranging from schoolgirl skirts, to leather fetish wear, to frilly tutus, to colored ostrich feather fans. Some dancers wear skimpy bras, some wear pasties, and some are topless. Most of the dance numbers are so fast and frantic that the show is not sexy despite the beautiful bodies.

Some of the props and effects are unique but could have been better utilized in my opinion. There’s a dancer on a mechanical bull that I wish would have done more. There’s an interesting number with the shadows of the dancers’ bodies on curtains.

But what’s with the dude playing air guitar to Led Zeppelin’s “Whole Lotta Love” while a slew of dancers bounce around him erratically, all of them jumping in and out of some kind of oversize birdcage on wheels?

Oh well, there’s a pole dancer, a hoop dancer, an aerial strap dancer, some fan dancers, chair dancers, dancers with flashlights, dancers with pom poms, dancers with bull whips, giant mirrors that get rolled around on the stage, a bed dance, and a tender love story between nerdy Lover Boy and geeky Lover Girl.

The Tropicana Theater is much bigger than most casino showrooms. It has a seating capacity of about 1200 — mostly tiered theater-style seating, with a few seats at cabaret-style tables up front.  Ticket prices range from $59 to $99 (plus taxes and fees) depending on how close to the stage you sit. The show may be better up close because you’d be able to focus on some of the individual dancers, maybe pick up on their unique personalities.

But if it’s erotic entertainment you’re looking for, this ain’t it.
End-Girl-Opt

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