Picture Frank Marino under the spotlight, sequins catching the light like a disco ball made of flesh, and you’ll understand why he’s still standing. Not just standing—strutting, shimmying, and serving like the lovechild of Joan Rivers and Liberace.
Forty years as a Las Vegas Strip headliner. Longer than most marriages, longer than most trends, longer than some empires.
Marino didn’t just survive Vegas, he owned it, teased it and threw it back in your face with a glittery wink. When his debut show An Evening at La Cage opened at the Riviera in 1985, it was supposed to be a three-month experiment. Marino thought bigger.
