I've never seen the film, and was only commenting that one can't always identify a person's wealth by how they look or act.
True story: years ago, when I was in college, one of the wealthiest, if not the wealthiest, men in Berkeley, California was a homeless guy who was hit by a city bus. He used his settlement check to buy a building half a block from the UC Berkeley campus after having a dream in which the Russian mystic Rasputin appeared to him, holding up a record while saying "dooo it, dooo it!" In 1971 he opened Rasputin's Records in the building, which grew to be a multi-store chain all over the Bay Area. The dreams didn't stop, and one night he realized it wasn't a record Rasputin was holding, but a pizza. He opened Blondie's Pizza in another building he owned just adjacent to campus, and the dreams stopped. He eventually bought many other buildings, and opened many other businesses, all wildly profitable. You'd often see him wandering the streets, still dressed like a bum, muttering to himself, and you'd never know he was worth millions.
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