There's something irritatingly disingenuous about Louis. I mean, it's Vegas - it's hilarious every which way you look at it, until you're broke and it's not. I think it was during this conversation that I caught a glimpse of a truly hideous oil painting of Elvis over Louis' shoulder. She reveals later that she has lost $4m there over seven years.
Put it this way, if Louis asks to come to your house, you know things are bad.įirst he meets Martha, who is at least 80 or a very heavy smoker, has played at the casino every day for 10 years and is delighted that her husband's memorial service was held at the casino, and it didn't cost her a penny. Not if the rides are screwed together properly, anyway. Of course, he doesn't really do happy or fun - never sets off on a nice trip to the funfair with his crew. His mournful features suit the task - no one can ask 'are you winning?' and look quite so commiseratingly depressed as Louis. I offer this because it seems to add just about as much to the current 'debate' on super casinos as did last night's Louis Theroux documentary, clearly timed to be illuminating.
