In order to underscore the contrast, we see a billion pictures of after-school lives, imaginary and not very interesting, charting their progress from duds to studs, we'll say, from nerds to we don't know what we'll say, because the future is so bright they have to wear Ray-Bans and we have to keep quiet until we see all the coolness that is in store. But the story of their dramatic movement from total dorks to partial non-dorks is accompanied by a short, obviously rote speech detailing the wonders of how there were "lots of empty hotel rooms," noted solely and immediately by the members of some unnamed but apparently overwhelming cult that everyone wants to join. We know how it is, right? So, as dorks will, they created their website (travelscape.com) and eventually sold it to Expedia. The sounds and smells of testosterone and madness circle about, whispering, "Thirty-two-year-old tool with teenage girls and $150 million in cash " And yet no one in the food court is buying.
The taller, mostly quiet one (Tim) arrives in a very nice car, in sunglasses, flashing bling all over the place. I think there's an entire generation lost somewhere in the crowd that feels like they should look into retiring or becoming homeless but have instead decided to simply let it ride, the "Greatest Generation" mojo and guilt safely lifted from their cotton- (once flannel-) clad shoulders by go-getters like these dorks right here, who were really, cutely, headed somewhere. Tim, who has not so much mastered speaking, it seems, much less the Shaking of Them Haters Off, mugs lamely about how he too had the option of "letting it ride" once he was bizarrely wealthy, and instead reveals a montage of Vegas horrors: slot machines, chips stacking, high rollers and their wives' shoes, all that shit. We hear about how there were "corporate monstrosities" on the Strip, and somehow this group excludes the Golden Nugget, because while the Nugget is "corporate" and Tom is a "monstrosity," they are both in Downtown Las Vegas, and not the Strip proper. There's sped-up helicopter action across the city toward the Nugget to make this point in a more visceral, spatial fashion.