Caped Horn Mauled
I was reading this month's Vanity Fair this morning. Conicidentally, A.A. Gill's piece this month happened to be on Celine Dion's show in Vegas (a place, Gill writes, "where irony just curls up and dies."). Gill had this to say about S&R:
"And then, of course, there are Siegrfried and Roy. Celine, incidentally, is beginning to bear a distinct resemblance to Roy - or perhaps it's Siegfried. Siegfried and Roy put on, without hesitation, the very worst specialty show I've ever seen. They do tricks so ancient and so bad that they must think we were all born yesterday. But then, compared to them, we pretty much were.
"Visitors to Vegas adore Siegfried and Roy. They're like folk dancers. Or folk art. And you have to be one of the folk to get the point. What else could explain adults' watching a nonagenerian in a leather codpiece whipping a giant puppet dragon for no apparent reason.
"But everyone's really here to see the white carnivores, hoping against hope that just maybe, just once, the tables will turn and Siegfried and/or Roy will get to see the inside of a big pussy."
Well, you got your wish, A.A. I'd post a link, but I don't think I can. Buy the magazine to finish the article - this one article alone is worth the $4.50 cover price.
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