Best review ever
If I could ever put into words the love I have for my wacky Celine and her magical (not literally) Vegas show, it would be very, very close to this:
"[Celine] transcends cheese, and I have never seen anything like it. She is a one-woman pageantry bandwagon, the Unsinkable Molly Brown with a several-octave vocal range.
At one point, she sings Stevie Wonder's I Wish, without changing one word, including the opening line "Looking back on when I was a little nappy-headed boy." To my knowledge, Celine Dion is not, nor has she ever been, a little nappy-headed boy.
But this is Celine World, her very own stage in a colosseum erected especially for her. And even though it makes absolutely no sense, she makes you believe it. She plants her feet, contorts her face into a serious expression of nostalgic funk-grooviness, and sells that thing.
In Celine World, if a thin French-Canadian woman believes fervently that she was a little nappy-headed boy, then God bless her, you believe her, too."
-- by Leslie Gray Streeter, "Caesar's is Celine World," (Palm Beach Post, 9/18/2006)
The rest of the column rings just as true. It's wacky to think that someone else out there thinks of Celine like I do. Just plain wacky, but also puzzling and possibly for some of you, slightly frightening.
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