He was terrific.

He has the most extraordinary voice I have heard in many a year. He manages to sound EXACTLY like Cher, Streisand, and Celine Dion. (Truthfully, I thought he sounded BETTER than Celine, but I digress.) The highlight for me was, certainly, when Eddie, as Babs, called on “her special guest” Andrea Bocelli to join her onstage. The hysterical visual of Anthony as Bocelli quickly subsided when he sang three operatic arias, gloriously. As for the Eddie visuals, I was amazed that he managed to look like each lady without, it appeared, any  change in his makeup, only the wigs and costumes. He sang a medley of each woman’s hits and I recalled another impersonator, Jim Bailey, who had an equally remarkable voice. When Bailey sang as himself it was enlightening. Eddie’s final number is a self-written paean to his dad, entitled “I Am My Father’s Son,” where he comes on in full drag and gradually loses the female trappings down to a dance belt and he reveals himself to be a handsome, masculine-looking, chisel-bodied man. It is thrilling to watch him as “himself.”