We missed Michael Bublé. It’s evident in the way the Canadian crooner addresses the packed house at the Resorts World Theatre.
” Do you need me ? Because I need you,” he told them. “I missed you. We’re not supposed to be apart like this.
The opening night of Bublé’s limited six-show engagement feels like reuniting with an old flame. The international superstar last performed here in September, and by the looks of it, he’s determined to make Las Vegas want him more.
Bublé’s first big move occurs at the top of the show. A vaporous curtain rises, revealing its orchestra and choir. The conductor flicks his wrist and the celestial intro to “Smile” sounds. It’s overwhelming in all the right ways. The choir swells and stops like a breathing organ, and the group crescendos just as Bublé descends a staircase. The moment feels big and lively, exactly what you’d expect from a star of this stature.
What I don’t expect is how easily Bublé transitions from showman to actor. Between two songs, he disarms the crowd with his humor. In one instance, the singer thanks his fans for coming, even though they could see any other show in Vegas tonight. “Penis puppets are just down the street,” he jokes.
On either side of Bublé, fans sit and soak just feet away from him on stage – a unique perk of Resorts World’s VIP concert experience offerings. It reminds me of days gone by at the supper club, when performers joked about the sounds of clinking glasses and the quiet murmurs of conversation in the corner.
Bublé’s big band puts some jazz on with Nina Simone’s “Feeling Good,” a song Bublé just seems made for. Its timbre dips and climbs around complex notes. All the while he is backed by three singers from the choir, bathed in a red hue. Bublé himself is an unwavering sex appeal, confirmed by the many screams of fans trying to touch him.
He is master of his own universe on stage. During “Sway”, he gets everyone in the theater to dance, and the room becomes one big salsa club. He walks to one side of the stage where a group of women jump out of their seats to greet him. And in a reversal of roles, Bublé pulls out his phone to film them. It’s clear once again, we missed him.
On covers like “You’re the First, My Last, My Everything” and “Fever,” the star literally works the room, walking through the audience, touching hands, signing autographs and offering the mic to singing fans, one being a young boy with bobbed hair and a suit in the front row. The Bublé miniature knows every line.
Bublé leaves a little something for everyone to take home. A memory. A laugh. An unforgettable acapella rapprochement. Because “when you come to a Bublé show,” he says, “you get your cake and you eat it too. »
MICHEL BUBLÉ May 4, 6 and 7, 8 p.m., $69 to $740. Resorts World Theatre, axs.com.