Dir: Tom Gormican. Starring: Nicolas Cage, Pedro Pascal, Sharon Horgan, Ike Barinholtz, Alessandra Mastronardi, Jacob Scipio, Neil Patrick Harris, Tiffany Haddish. 15, 107 minutes.
In my early twenties, I experienced what you might call an “intense Nicolas Cage” phase – a hyperfix-Cage-tion, if you will. At its height, I was watching his notoriously unhinged 2006 remake of The Wicker Man on a near-monthly basis, with my in-jokes progressing beyond merely quoting it (“Not the bees!”; “How’d it get burned!”) to referencing obscure bits of set dressing in it. Do you remember that the epi-pen Cage’s character carries around for his bee allergy is specifically labelled a “Bee-Epi”? Because I remember. One weekend, my friends and I handmade T-shirts with his face and some of our favourite Cage quotes on them, then stayed up for 24 hours straight marathoning the best of his movies: Vampire’s Kiss, Peggy Sue Got Married and, of course, Face/Off.
