Where the Blame Lies

A few months ago I watched Leaving Las Vegas. It was a try something new pick from my diner menu-sized offering of streaming options. I went in fresh, to echo the spirit of Frank Costanza. Sidebar: It's a lottery-winning feeling when I discover a terrific movie in the dollar bin. Perhaps down the road we'll discuss Hard Eight. Anyways, it's about an alcoholic, Ben, who cashes out of his broken life and heads to Vegas to commit a slow suicide by drinking himself to death. While getting to work on plastic handles and rail liquors in Sin City he meets a prostitute, Sera, who he ultimately refers to as his "angel". While watching, all I could think about was when would Sera knock Ben off his course and save his life. As the movie ticks away, it never happens. He dies exactly as he planned.

Not all stories have happy endings.