If there’s one film that deserves your money and time at the box office, it isn’t any King struggling with his words, it’s not psychotic ballerinas who go crazy from being unable to masturbate – it’s Nicholas Cage. Driving so angrily.
Drive Angry is the most incredible movie I’ve seen in probably twenty years. Not because the plot is paper thin. Not because it features a scene where Nicholas Cage has sex with a girl fully clothed, smoking a cigarette and drinking a bottle of Jack Daniels BEFORE a gunfight breaks out, and not because it seems to be cobbled together from the parts of other movies with little to no explanation – no. Merely because it features Nicholas Cage’s greatest line deliveries and cinematic freak-outs in recent memory, including him staring at a barrel for nigh ten minutes straight.
Couple that with a plot about saving a baby from a Satanic cult, what seems to be a major point of Cage escaping from Hell that’s never quite explained, and an in-joke involving drinking beer out of a skull, you have the most memorable Cage role since he dressed up in a bear costume and spent half of a movie punching out women.
Go see it now.
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