Mike Figgis - Leaving Las Vegas

Drunk numb stumbling Ben burns his life away to drive into oblivion. The tarnished angel he finds along the way dotes lovingly. She is a caretaker for the walking dead, captive to their gravity. Grey Ben, resisting, married to the bottle, the hell of his life, singes the angel's wings. And, despite it all, in the end, she mounts him as he dies and says her goodbyes to the early morning light. "Sera... what you don't understand is - no, see, no. You can never, never ask me to stop drinking. Do you understand?"