I use to live a couple hundred miles from Las Vegas. We called it Lost Wages. The highway that curved through the town I lived in… every Friday evening we would see a white line of the cars headlights and every Sunday the red tail lights. Eagerly they would go to throw their money away. Slowly they limped back to their lives to try and build back their finances… to go back and repeat the same thing.
Don’t they have the same problem when the guest is King Kong? Each movie has him a different height.