(It recalls the similarly fateful union between Nicholas Cage and Elisabeth Shue in Mike Figgis’ Leaving Las Vegas, still the high-water mark for drunken romantic fatalism.)
Weaving along the booze-soaked trail that so many great film actors have navigated before him, Washington gives a career-defining performance, right up there with Ray Milland in The Lost Weekend, Jack Lemmon in Days of Wine and Roses, and Nicolas Cage in Leaving Las Vegas.
Other celebrated films featuring memorable portrayals of booze hounds such as Harvey (1952), The Verdict (1982), Barfly (1987), Leaving Las Vegas (1995) and House of Sand and Fog (2003) have richly textured drunks — though not of the highly functional kind — and almost always hover on the border of stereotype.
Nor is it soaked in the romantic poetry of self-destruction, in the manner of “Leaving Las Vegas” (1995), in which Nicolas Cage, with Elisabeth Shue at his side, undergoes an extended liquid self-immolation in a hotel room.
What makes this different from genre classics like “The Lost Weekend,” “Days of Wine and Roses” and “Leaving Las Vegas” is an action-packed first act and a bravura performance by Denzel Washington.
Flight, after the amazing set-up, turns out to be a film about alcoholism and maybe redemption, ala a couple of classic films about drunks, The Lost Weekend and Leaving Las Vegas.