It may not have been the "feel good" movie of the year, but 1995's Leaving Las Vegas left an indelible mark on filmgoers - and to some extent, the mighty Strip itself. It's hard not to see the deeply flawed ghosts of Nicolas Cage and Elisabeth Shue flickering behind the flashing lights and scantily clad out-of-towners; it's a city of desperation, and in this case, it's where the desperate go to die. Cage took home an Oscar for his role as a rock-bottom alcoholic ready to make his peace with self-destruction, and Shue finds depths we didn't know she had as the prostitute who becomes his angel. Highly recommended, but do yourself a favor and check it out after you've returned from that 3-day weekend at Caesar's - it's the kind of film that'll definitely kill your Eiffel Tower-shaped strawberry daiquiri buzz.