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Jan. 10, 1994: Tonight! Miracles, Live!
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
Jan. 10, 1994 Las Vegas:The New All-American City
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<source>Time Magazine</source>
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Page 48
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<p>TONIGHT! MIRACLES, LIVE!
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By Penn Jillette
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<p> With Siegfried and Roy pulling down eight figures a year, David
Copperfield levitating on the cover of Forbes (I'm guessing
camera trick), and Vegas competing with Anaheim for the family-vacation
market (if Treasure Island = Pirates of the Caribbean, and Excalibur
= Cinderella's Castle, Mr. Toad's Wild Hotel and Casino must
be next), magic is running a close third to Elvis spin-offs
and female breasts as entertainments in Vegas.
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<p> According to December's Magic magazine, there are nine major
shows in Vegas that are either full-tilt magic acts or feature
magicians big. But that's an underestimate, because it doesn't
count Vegas regulars like the Pendragons (husband and wife magicians
and body builders--it had to happen). Nor does it count the
acts that play the celebrity rooms several weeks a year, such
as Harry Blackstone Jr., David Copperfield and, yes, Penn &
Teller. Then there are the close-up guys who sit at your table
and do tricks and jokes right in your and your date's collective
face--like the amazing Mike Skinner. Throw in all the comics
making condom jokes while sticking needles through balloons
at the brick-wall comedy clubs, and you probably have two or
three dozen magic acts working Vegas as I type.
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<p> What you need to know: Siegfried and Roy, two nuts from Germany,
are out of their wealthy little minds. They live in a mansion
whose ceiling is painted like the Sistine Chapel, with either
Siegfried or Roy (who can remember?) in place of Adam. Roy has
a "meditation chamber" (the rest of us have dressing rooms)
furnished with a mystic rug and cages for his tigers. They wow
the crowd with heavy machinery and endangered-species eugenics.
I love S&R. They march to the beat of a different drum machine.
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<p> Speaking of selective breeding, Lance Burton, who does one of
the finest dove acts in the history of the bulging vest, has
actually married Melinda, "the First Lady of Magic." They have
joined their hearts and lives but still have separate, competing
shows in Vegas. Melinda, who has the best hair in magic next
to mine, floats in the air while talking about Jesus. (If it
really were Jesus holding her above the stage, would it have
to be lighted so carefully?)
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<p> There's more coming. Caesars Palace plans to open Caesars Magical
Empire, with no fewer than three theaters. What's going on?
Elvis died, and it takes a platoon of rabbit tuggers to fill
his jumpsuit? I think the answer is pretty simple. People go
to Vegas to see something they can't see back home. They can
see comedians at the mall, celebrities on TV, singers doing
hit songs repeatedly in whatever-VH-1-is videos.
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<p> But magic doesn't really work on TV. Miracles have to be seen
live. You can't bet on things that are in the can; horse races,
boxing, keno--they all happen in real time. And in a city
where getting 97 cents back for every dollar invested is advertised
as a good return, you're going to want willing-suspension-of-disbelief
by the truckload. The casino oligarchs figure you will start
by believing you saw a hanky transformed into a pigeon, and
be on the road to believing it really is your lucky day. If
that nut can turn into a white tiger, I should be able to roll
another seven, easy. If you don't believe in a little bit of
magic, you don't gamble. And if you don't like magic and you
don't gamble, you're better off in Branson.
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