You want to laugh at, or hate these people, but you can't. He is a developer of time shares, claimed to be the biggest, operating numerous resorts, and just opened the crown jewel of his empire in Vegas, a glitzy high rise time share. (The concept is, sell people for a small downpayment, the right to access a unit for defined periods of time each year. The operation depends on those willing to fork out a modest amount of cash upfront who would otherwise not pay for luxury hotels, but to me, the numbers wouldn't make sense for a 'buyer').
She is a bodacious blonde with a penchant for shopping, glitz and little dogs that crap all over the floor. They have the jet, the cars, the big house (modest, only 26,000 sq feet) packed to the gills with awful stuff, and a huge staff.
They are in the process of building the largest private residence in the United States, a sort of bad Florida version of Versaille, at 90,000 sq feet. And have been collecting fake Louis X!V, statues, gilded everything to furnish it.
Then the financial crash hits. The money dries up- since his business depended on the banks taking his paper on the contracts from time share buyers. And no more prospects- nobody is 'buying' these units. He is under extreme financial pressure. She still takes the limo and driver, but they go to WalMart, rather than Neiman-Marcus. The kids are eating junk food, the house is still filled with the worst array of junk and the little dogs are still crapping all over the floor.
A character study in what happens to people in a situation not much different than 10s of thousands - or millions- of others who got hit hard during the still on-going financial crisis. Except that they are wealthy, at least based on how money was made before the music stopped. And that's where the story is. To some extent, most of us are driven by an element of consumerism, the desire to amass wealth, or just 'get ahead.' This is the American Dream turned into a grotesque, dark and often funny nightmare.
I found myself touched by these folks- he's a real guy, and doesn't come off like an *******. She is also a down to earth gal, despite the botox, the big breasts, and the blonde attitude.
It's somewhat depressing; it's not like you get a vicarious thrill from seeing the mighty fall. And, in some ways, ennobling- both of them are going to get through it. The movie was filmed over the course of a couple years.
Worth a watch if you like documentaries, or just want to see the American Dream at its worst.
She is a bodacious blonde with a penchant for shopping, glitz and little dogs that crap all over the floor. They have the jet, the cars, the big house (modest, only 26,000 sq feet) packed to the gills with awful stuff, and a huge staff.
They are in the process of building the largest private residence in the United States, a sort of bad Florida version of Versaille, at 90,000 sq feet. And have been collecting fake Louis X!V, statues, gilded everything to furnish it.
Then the financial crash hits. The money dries up- since his business depended on the banks taking his paper on the contracts from time share buyers. And no more prospects- nobody is 'buying' these units. He is under extreme financial pressure. She still takes the limo and driver, but they go to WalMart, rather than Neiman-Marcus. The kids are eating junk food, the house is still filled with the worst array of junk and the little dogs are still crapping all over the floor.
A character study in what happens to people in a situation not much different than 10s of thousands - or millions- of others who got hit hard during the still on-going financial crisis. Except that they are wealthy, at least based on how money was made before the music stopped. And that's where the story is. To some extent, most of us are driven by an element of consumerism, the desire to amass wealth, or just 'get ahead.' This is the American Dream turned into a grotesque, dark and often funny nightmare.
I found myself touched by these folks- he's a real guy, and doesn't come off like an *******. She is also a down to earth gal, despite the botox, the big breasts, and the blonde attitude.
It's somewhat depressing; it's not like you get a vicarious thrill from seeing the mighty fall. And, in some ways, ennobling- both of them are going to get through it. The movie was filmed over the course of a couple years.
Worth a watch if you like documentaries, or just want to see the American Dream at its worst.
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...they have 8 children and they (she) need(s) a 90,000 SqFt house/mansion. Now, down to his last few hundred million and she still loves him for him.
