Wow, Ebert really loved it. J-Ro's review made me laugh though:
In keeping with the prevailing designer-vomit Hollywood style of glamorous despair, Mike Figgis adapts a novel by John O'Brien about the impromptu romance in Las Vegas between a former Hollywood executive drinking himself to death (Nicolas Cage) and a hooker (Elisabeth Shue) who loses her pimp (Julian Sands, playing a Latvian). Like so much else, this 1995 movie prides itself in being terminal in its view of human failure, is shot like a perfume commercial, and is accompanied by a dreamy set of golden-oldie standards. Needless to say, the plot goes nowhere, but under the pornographic circumstances Figgis, Cage, and Shue all do fine jobs.
I remember thinking that The Color of Money was Scorsese's most anonymous film. It was made, along with the awful Cape Fear, in exchange for The Last Temptation of Christ.
I liked Bring Out the Dead but I also probably haven't seen it in 15-or-so years.