On the stage, six leggy showgirls cavorted in shimmery black-sequined bras and skirts that were little more than ambitious panties. They twirled plumes of large black feathers in a Rockette-style kick line as one of them sang "Bye-Bye Blackbird." (Who cares that they were ostrich feathers? And really, who was even looking at the feathers?)
"I go to Broadway and I go to Vegas to see shows, and I loved this," said Ephraim Carmona, 58, of Yonkers, N.Y. "The costumes and the vocals were excellent, very energetic, and the band is just great."
