| Where there`s thunder, there`s usually
rain. And so it`s no surprise that at the Thunder
From Down Under, it`s always raining men.
The all-male dance revue makes one promise of
the night: to make sure you get exactly what you
came for. And the Aussie imports make good on
their promises, giving the females a feast of
flesh and fantasy the Greek Gods would be proud
of.
Although the emcee announces the sure bets of
the evening: the dancers` Australian nationality
and the lack of husbands and boyfriends in the
audience, the night proves full of surprises,
where audience members become the object of the
dancers` affections and others become participants
in a fake orgasm contest.
The performers start slowly, teasing the women
to "Proud Mary," and end the first number
with only a glimpse of their chest. But the tease
has only just begun, and before the night is through,
the audience is guaranteed to discover just what
the Aussies have down under at the Excalibur Hotel Casino.
Dancers nicknamed "Wild Child" and
"Baby Blue Eyes" show more than their
personalities on stage, leaving little to the
imagination and lots of grins on the audiences`
faces as their routines cover the gamut of music
from the hair metal sounds of Warrant and Quiet
Riot to the soundtracks of Grease, GI Blues and
Top Gun. One dancer even "Rocks On,"
taking a stroll down the Boulevard of American
Dreams, dressed as a modern-day James Dean.
Not taking themselves too seriously, the Thunder
pays tribute to all men in uniform, from the costumed
Village People to the men in the armed forces
and salute their home away from home with their
final routine set to James Brown`s "Living
in America." Chairs, canes and clothes are
used as props throughout the night, but there`s
no doubt that the men slinking down to their skivvies
are the main attraction, holding true to their
word and providing a tasteful and titillating
time for everyone.
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