The New York Observer: "Wine and Dynasty: Joan Collins at Feinstein's"

By Rex Reed
November 22, 2010 9:13 p.m.






Joan Collins has devoted her life to illusion, so in the third act of her career, why hold back now? Watching her New York nightclub debut at Feinstein's at Loew's Regency, it was reassuring to discover she has lost none of the beauty, self-effacing humor or erotic appeal that turned her into the kind of popular, antediluvian icon that is never dated, and woe to the macho adversary or unwise female contestant who challenges her. You can accuse her of hanging on beyond her prime, but if you meet her in a dark alley, bring Mace. I might have thought otherwise if I had not seen her immediately after suffering through a Broadway matinee of Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown, a junk pile of dreck that hideously resembles a garbage strike in downtown Newark. After the trashy pulchritude crashing its way through that train wreck, Joan Collins is as fresh, funny and full of paprika as she was when she burst upon the Cinemascope screen in the 1950s. She's ageless, and she even does an acrobatic split to prove it.


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