I've always known Circus Circus was the Walmart of The Strip (roll back prices, depressed employees who hate their lives and will probably end it any day now), but my wife and I booked here anyway. Never again. I'd rather sleep in a cab.
I wont even bore you to death with minor details such as a roach discovered on the washroom floor as well as another on a bar countertop--that I had to squash to death myself because the bartender was too aloof to notice or care. This went unthanked, except for by fellow disgusted patrons. Every single employee has a look of gloom on their face because they work for the most embarrassing hotel in Vegas.
The Stardust, as painstakingly crappy as that dungeon was before being torn down, is probably a step above this.
Only go here if you're minutes from killing yourself and thought what's the point of splurging on the room before you go.
But send your suicide note via cell phone; their wifi sucks ass.