The babble-like title, the black-and-white film-like imagery unfolds slowly over the jazz of Sting and Don Henley. A down-and-out screenwriter, a prostitute who earns 200 yuan an hour, meet quietly in a desperate world where feelings are not worth mentioning. He paid 500 yuan for a pair of prostitutes' ears. He needs to listen and she needs to lean on. So they met and they fell in love.
He is Ben. He told her that I had forgotten that I lost them before I drank, or I drank before they left me. When he spoke, his facial muscles moved so naturally, he seemed to be used to all the grief that life gave him. He sold his estate and came to Las Vegas to commit a slow suicide. He burned all his memories and discarded all his clothes. It is impossible to study his past, but he once sat in a clean office building and had a fixed social circle. These tiny clues were concentrated in his eyes, in his conversation, and in his Rolex watch. Life seems to have abandoned him in an instant, we don't know the reason, we can't guess, we only know that he had a wonderful life, but he gave it all and spared no effort to dump it, dump it, it seems that the skin is too heavy, use alcohol Make it drunk.
She is Sara. She said to him, you gave me $500, you can do whatever you want, you can stick in my ass, you can cum in my face. When she said it, her face was neither happy nor sad, as if this was a sentence she was familiar with. When she was lying on the bed, she could recite to any client. She once had a perverted boyfriend. She tried to escape but what she got was a direct look at her weak heart and scars on her buttocks. She is beautiful, angular and clear-eyed. There is no way of knowing her past, but her sad expression in the back of the cab betrays the feelings she should not have as a prostitute. The black driver said if it were me, I would dump her. You are so beautiful, what kind of man do you want? This is a conversation in the normal world, and in exchange for a bleak smile on her face, she may have had hope, but she can't save herself, let alone save others. She roams the glitz and greed of Las Vegas, picking up clients and chatting with people at night, accepting money from clients in vain hopelessness, curling up under the shower after being humiliated, giving everything she has and giving her all Rinse the body, flush it, as if the sac is too dirty, clean every pore that reeks of semen with scalding hot water.
They meet in a world of despair, love each other in vain, and warm each other in vain. In their own difficult predicament, nothingness reflects each other.
He said to her, you can't, never ask me to stop drinking. At first, he was also reluctant to present his naked and twisted soul under her eyes. He is an alcoholic who is unwilling to sober, and alcohol can take him away from the sorrow of the world to the greatest extent. He couldn't wake up, couldn't wake up. So, even though the jug moved him and he had the urge to kiss her, he still had sex with other prostitutes while his limbs were shaking because of the alcohol. He used alcohol to anesthetize all the idle time in his life, and his love for him was only a short-term sober pill. There was not enough medicine, and the amount of medicine was insufficient. He just waited for his death.
She said to him, I want you to go to the doctor... we don't talk about this, no, FUCK, we want to talk about this... you stay, don't go to the hotel, you do one thing for me, all I ask is this One, I give you great freedom, just ask for this one. When she spoke, she was out of control, and she also tried to get her life back on track slowly. She rented a normal apartment and said that the house was well organized. She bought vegetables and cooked, and poured spirits at the dinner table for him. Her voice trembled, she could predict his future. With little time left in his hands, the alcohol will take him. Take away the only hope life left her. Love to her is like a kind of faith, beyond her own joys and sorrows, she just asks him to stay.
But he wandered in the world like a bard, shuttling in the darkness, and had long forgotten the way back. The nerves in his brain were gradually paralyzed, and he became more and more like a disabled man. In the future, his eyes became empty, and a lot of alcohol explained the deep pain. He finally left. They finally meet. in his hotel. They eventually melted into one, and he died in her body.
In the early morning, she got up and sat up, facing his self-chosen departure, she needed a minute to calm herself down. She finally calmly described her mood, and then wept. Such a painful confession came from her heart. He and she are separate and self-contained.
The film has been followed by jazz and drums, and pain follows each note to the heart of the viewer. This Nicolas Cage Oscar-winning role has a lot of contrasts, and it analyzes the pain of the world incisively and vividly. Love is just an accessory, it is a tiny light in the dust. Such expressions are poured out in the high-pitched music and lonely eyes.
Ben and Sara are like passengers meeting on the last train at Life's Travel Station, warming each other briefly, then missing out. The time in Sara's hands, even if every second counts, is still not enough. In despair, there is a determination to protect each other from being broken. He said that she said that life was sent to him as an angel, and he gave her earrings. It seemed that even if they went to each other for life and death, hiding in the sea of people, there was still a small hope that love could breathe.
Las Vegas, the gambling city of drunken fans. He didn't leave, he left completely.
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