To be honest, I am very envious of this kind of love: there is no need to say much between the two, you understand my ugliness, and you also understand my way of life, there is no difference between us, we blow the lamp as companions, and sleep embracing each other.
Ever since The Godfather, I've never liked the city of Las Vegas: a carnival city without night, where every second seems to drain your remaining energy and reason.
The title of the film is very suitable for the dilemma of the hero and heroine: I want to escape from here and start a new life, but they all understand that the time they spend with each other is very limited.
The male protagonist is a down-and-out screenwriter who wakes up by binge drinking. Alcohol makes his hands not tremble and his spirits are full.
(I have to praise Nicholas's good acting here, it's really cool for me to watch)
The heroine barely maintains a decent life by relying on an indecent job, but lives extremely lonely.
Such two souls that are riddled with holes meet and know each other, as if they were born to make up for each other's shortcomings. They love, embrace, and live together. When the movie was halfway through, I once felt that they could live like this forever, and I kept praying silently in my heart Good ending.
But it seems that the fate of the two of them can only be very short-lived from the beginning. I even suspect that the male protagonist is deliberately cheating, so that the female protagonist is completely disappointed in him, so that he can start a new life.
At the end, when the scarred two embraced and made love until the end of the hero's life, I was touched.
Like the title says: The things that kill me make me feel like I'm alive.
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