The Sin City Saints

Driving from Utah to Las Vegas is a singular experience. The dusty scrubland gives way to a gaudy metropolis -- a cityscape of misdeeds rising from a desert wasteland. But it's here on I-15 that I get the first glimpse of Sin City's most clean-cut performer. Reflected in my glasses is a single proper noun: "DONNY." After ending a resoundingly successful 11-year residency with his sister, Marie, Monsieur Osmond is back in Vegas, reinventing himself once again to keep the crowds coming. This time he's alone, and the venue has moved up the strip from the Flamingo to Harrah's, but what hasn't changed is the boyish performer's uncanny ability to make us swoon.