Louis Theroux Gambling in Las Vegas online

Louis does not end with a homily about how worried he is about all his new friends and their impending bankruptcy instead, he wins $1,500 playing Baccarat and voices over that mostly, when gambling, we may be victims of the casinos, but we are their willing victims. Turns out, though, that 'Louis does Vegas' had a surprise ending. I sensed Louis was disappointed by the lack of tragic tales on every street corner (should've left the strip. He simply says, 'She wants to gamble, it makes her happy so that's all right with me.' It's OK with me too, Martha. Significantly, Martha's son refused to condemn her or whine about his inheritance, despite plenty of opportunity.

Louis went home with her to harangue her son about his mother's problem. Why not say: 'I saw this bloke and thought, 'What a freak, he might be interesting'?'īack to Martha, who's still plugging away at the slots. But he doesn't need to be so artfully artless with us. It works just fine with his subjects - they tend to respond well to his innocent enough questions and it makes them bolder, louder, and often (in the case of the Hamiltons, for example) viler. You wondered if they might be a couple of schmos who'd let you follow them round asking questions while they win or lose a load of money. No you didn't, you're making a documentary. 'I wondered if they might be mentors for my own gambling,' he says of two salesman with cash to fritter.

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.

Louis Theroux Gambling in Las Vegas online