D'habitude, l'amour vient avec son lot de joie et de bonheur. Surtout au cinéma, où on en abuse allègrement. Ici, toute autre histoire. Plutôt spécial de sentir un amour aussi fort dans cet univers où les personnages se détruisent et s'acceptent dans leur destruction.
Anyone who thinks Nicolas Cage is a terrible actor has never seen this. The haters are ignorant, but his career choices may even be worse. Nonetheless, this is the performance of a lifetime, one of the most physical performances ever put to film. One of the best films of 1995 and even with steep competition for best actor that year, including Sean Penn for Dead Man Walking, they got the call right. Moving as ever.
Like a an alcohol addled fever dream of neon coloured Las Vegas. Cage is mostly convincing as a doomed drunk (occasionally moved a bit into the comical territory). No time is spent moralizing, but instead the focus is on the soul-crushing loneliness when you have nothing substantial left but still need a human connection. The eyes and expressions speak for themselves, and some things are left refreshingly open.