Leaving Las Vegas 4K 1995 Unrated Ultra HD 2160p

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Ben Sanderson was once a screenwriter, but now he's an alcoholic whose life is rapidly falling apart. After losing his family and job, he goes to Las Vegas with the sole purpose of drinking himself to death. There he meets Sera, a prostitute, with whom he begins a relationship, possibly the last one of his life.

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Drowning in the intoxicating rhythms of oblivion, it's so easy to lose yourself. But by letting go of your inhibitions, you can erase the memories of a ruined life. Taking a deep breath, it's no longer difficult to send the past to hell. It's not the right thing to do, but it's the easiest solution to quench your suffering with addiction. But there is no bright future ahead of you, only hopelessness. Although, does it matter now? You can't get rid of the bitterness of loneliness from your head anyway, just cover it up with a mask of destructive habits and live, because everyone lives with it. For some reason, we are all addicted to something, but we tend to be afraid to face our addiction and, most importantly, to admit our own pathology. We lie to ourselves and each other, feeling no zest for life. We live by the rules in a closed universe. We are simply slowly dying of hopelessness, feeling nothing of value or necessity around us.

You know, there is almost no sincerity in life and in relationships between people. It reflects off them like a shadow dissolving in the streams of sunlight that cause the dawn of human ambition. And sometimes you want to feel sincerity in the voice, gestures, and smiles of others, but it is extremely difficult to exude it yourself. It's not about desire, but about the restraint of one's own feelings. Because it's not easy to open up when you're surrounded by falsehood. After all, words that mean nothing lose their beauty, leaving behind the bitter residue of the salty sea. So cold and detached, like the lonely gaze of a person conveying their entire pitiful essence. And the soul? It is locked away with inner pain and without keys. Because we ourselves build barriers around ourselves that cannot be crossed. But not because of a desire for solitude in our tiny world, it's just difficult for us to share with someone, as well as to find a conversation partner with whom we can simply enjoy talking. Reaching understanding, finding a different kind of dependence.

In the pursuit of a measured life and perfection, indifference to everything else manifests itself. But they are halves of a different planet who found each other in a city of fear and hatred, excitement and vice. Their love was a flash that burns brightly but quickly fades. His life is like hot and burning alcohol, which helps quench thirst while killing and allowing life. She, the embodiment of loneliness, receiving physical satisfaction every evening, feels disgust for her own essence and for a lifestyle that does not allow her to feel loved. Their meeting was a chance mistake with the hope of fixing everything. But the tragedy did not disappear; only a spicy feeling was born, which became akin to angelic beauty and serene sadness. It is beautiful, but fleeting. Not everyone will experience it, nor understand that love lies not in moral principles and foundations, nor in marriage, but in a more sublime hypostasis. It has no material embodiment, only spiritual closeness, as a result of which it becomes unimportant to you what a person represents in our mortal world; you accept them as they are. For feelings, unlike reason, cannot be deceived. They speak for themselves.

Appearances can be deceiving. For they cannot determine the sincerity of people. Like Figgis' illusion, imbued with lust and passion, it conceals the subtle thought that reveals itself in the beautiful union of two souls or in the chance to realize one's own dependence on the ideals imposed by society. They are empty and meaningless. Although they are a bad example, inspired by the hero of Nicolas Cage, unlike them, they awaken in you an insatiable interest in life with their special immediacy, the leitmotif of which is far from a passive desire. The main thing in it is sincerity in actions and deeds. After all, someday the mirage of pleasures will dissipate, alcohol will evaporate from the blood. Only words spoken from the heart and filled with feeling will not lose their former warmth, even if you hold your breath as you leave Las Vegas.