
Leaving Las Vegas
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By Nick Farina
The greatest thing one can hope for in life is someone who loves them, and accepts them for who they are, whoever they are. This is, as it has come to be known, unconditional love. It’s something which has no founding in reason, and to all but those involved it is utterly stupid. Leaving Las Vegas is founded on the principle of this love.
Ben Sanderson is a drunk. In the opening moments of the film we see him filling a shopping cart with liqour, singing joyously as he does. We realize this is his life: whereas most people drink to forget their lives, Ben drinks as life. This was obviously onset by something traumatic we never see: Ben is no loser. He has a BMW, and a nice place to live. He does have a job, but in the opening scenes he is fired from it, presumably for showing up drunk every day. He also has a wife and child, seen only in old photographs. He decided to use his severance pay to go to Las Vegas, with the intent of drinking himself to death. As he burns work papers in preparation for his trip, he throws in the picture of his family. He looks at it with sad eyes… and he is off.
We are then introduced to Sera, a product of long days and lonely nights. A hooker by profesion, a sort of angel by heart, we first see her performing a lesbian strip show, seeming to enjoy it. Throughout the film, we see clips of her talking to an off screen therapist, and she tells how she enjoys have this sort of dominance over men. This is important to her, since he work is the most demeaning available. In her moments of powerlessness, it is a way to feel empowered.
Sera meets Ben. They form an instant sort of bond, though at first she treats him as an ordinary trick. But he is not interested in her sexual advances. He would rather talk. Of course, this takes her by intense surprise. But as they lay there are exchange casual words, she begins to smile. Genuinely, this time. She puts her head on his chest, and we are given the first glimpses of their relationship…
Figgis was in complete in control of the film, down to composing the film’s soundtrack, and it certainly shows. If ever a film showed a completely unfied vision, it is this one. Unfortunately, at times this vision falters, notably in terms of storytelling. The story itself if extremely powerful: to me nothing is more moving and beautiful than two lost souls extending to each other a healing touch. But the way the film is structured can come into the way of this… Figgis knows how to create moments of gripping power but ultimately they come off as disjointed and never form a cohesive, flowing whole work. While many consider this film a triumph of pure storytelling, I find it has the same wild, almost improvised feel of Figgis’ The Loss of Sexual Innocence. That derails the film’s dramatic tension in places. The worst example I can think of is the final 20 minutes. I would have liked to see more of Cage in the film’s closing scenes.
Another thing bothered me about the film: it was obviously aiming for stark realism, yet featured something far too cinematic. As Cage goes to a pawn shop to pawn his watch, we see a man standing next to him. Later that day, Shue hits on the same man in a bar. This is the stuff of movies, and though it would fit great in a P.T. Anderson film, it is decidedly out of place here.
That is not to say this is not a very strong film in many aspects. Cage and Shue give some of the finest, most nuanced performances I have seen on film. Cage has a way
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