Yesterday I watched Leaving Las Vegas, after constantly hearing about what a great film it is.
Well, it’s not. It’s a story about Ben, a terminal alcoholic (Nicolas Cage) and Sera (Elisabeth Shue), a successful prostitute who fall in unconditional love with each other. Okay… but the problem is that although they’re both very happy with their chosen professions (he’s planning to drink himself to death in a month, she brags about how talented she is at her job), the film constantly nudges us to feel sympathy for them. Why? We’re not even given a backstory – Ben is just a random drunk, and Sera is just a random street-walker, and they both obviously have freely chosen their paths. So why do we have to feel sorry for them, or even like them? Where are the victims?
So what’s the big deal? You tell me (if you’ve seen it, that is. If not, don’t). Just because Nicolas Cage manages to do drunk doesn’t mean that we have to be submitted to two hours of watching him stumble around and smile inanely. Five minutes into the film, you get the idea. And if you are interested in inebriated twatiness, come to England on a Saturday night and see the real thing.
Let us walk properly, as in the day, not in revelry and drunkenness, not in lewdness and lust, not in strife and envy. But put on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make no provision for the flesh, to fulfill its lusts. – Romans 13:13-14