It's a good thing my life's been so dull lately, nothing fancy to report, no pithy anecdotes to share, no big welcome mat rolled out in front of my brain screaming "come on in and look around!" Maybe that's why sneaking out of the heat into this neon-flashing "Open House" documentary was so jaw-droppingly amazing. A true "riches to rags" story of a beauty queen and her baby daddy. A billion dollars, eight kids, a dozen nannies and an almost-done-but-now-crumbling-90,000-square-foot-house later, Mr. Seigel bet it all in Vegas and lost (just like his Hershey-bar eating parents did). Talk about your Daddy issues. There were moments you almost felt sorry for them. Not during the shopping sprees or the fights or the sad looks on the kids' faces or the obviousness to the shit piling up around them (literally), it was the bits of perspective they gained, tiny bits, like looking back to when he handed the 2000 election to Dubya, swinging swampy Florida to the right, when Mr. Time Share Seigel seemed to have a tinge of regret (thank God Vegas-y Adelson still has $$$ left to buy the sunshine state). Then there was the end, when the little Mrs. took a break from Botoxing, looked around her current digs, spun toward the water, took in the view and decided maybe it wasn't so trailer trashy after all.
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