Hidden inside this truly woeful 90s noir is THE most unhinged Nic Cage performance of all time.
And considering his track record of insane performances that is truly saying something.
Michael Biehn is a conman, who heads to Florida to find his uncle after the death of his father (both played by James Coburn). Biehn vies with Cage's lunatic Eddie King to be Unca Coburn's very bestest henchman. And Charlie Sheen is an expert billiards player working for a guy with an electronic crab claw. Don't ask.
Directed by Nic's brother Christopher Coppola, it is genuinely mind boggling to think how this attracted even a partway decent cast with Peter Fonsa and Mickey Dolenz from The Monkees also appearing. One can only surmise that the call sheet used large font for Coppola and teeny tiny font for Christopher leading the cast to believe that Uncle Francis was set to direct.
Annnd yet, it is a must see for the Cage performance alone which is truly next level batshit insanity. Like Frank Booth somehow obtained The Mask from Stanley Ipkiss.
It's akin to Cage wanting to play the villain in Green Hornet with a Jamician accent. In that movie they said no, but Christopher is more than happy to let his baby bro run wild. This must be a result of some childhood guilt from breaking his favourite toy or something.
Cage, and Cage alone, elevates this to at least memorable.
Hidden inside this truly woeful 90s noir is THE most unhinged Nic Cage performance of all time.
And considering his track record of insane performances that is truly saying something.
Michael Biehn is a conman, who heads to Florida to find his uncle after the death of his father (both played by James Coburn). Biehn vies with Cage's lunatic Eddie King to be Unca Coburn's very bestest henchman. And Charlie Sheen is an expert billiards player working for a guy with an electronic crab claw. Don't ask.
Directed by Nic's brother Christopher Coppola, it is genuinely mind boggling to think how this attracted even a partway decent cast with Peter Fonsa and Mickey Dolenz from The Monkees also appearing. One can only surmise that the call sheet used large font for Coppola and teeny tiny font for Christopher leading the cast to believe that Uncle Francis was set to direct.
Annnd yet, it is a must see for the Cage performance alone which is truly next level batshit insanity. Like Frank Booth somehow obtained The Mask from Stanley Ipkiss.
It's akin to Cage wanting to play the villain in Green Hornet with a Jamician accent. In that movie they said no, but Christopher is more than happy to let his baby bro run wild. This must be a result of some childhood guilt from breaking his favourite toy or something.
Cage, and Cage alone, elevates this to at least memorable.
