We need to have a talk about Nicholas Cage. I think REWIND is finally old enough to understand this stuff. Can I sit down? You see sometimes, when an
We need to have a talk about Nicholas Cage. I think REWIND is finally old enough to understand this stuff. Can I sit down? You see sometimes, when an actor loves a part very much, he embraces that part in a … special way. It’s different than normal acting. More intense, more personal. It seems like that actor and the part that he loves were made for each other. They seem to … belong together. Someday you’ll be lucky enough to find a performance that you’re that perfectly suited for. Look, this is awkward, I don’t know how to talk about this without getting uncomfortable. You can handle it with maturity. Just watch this movie.
Glad that’s over. Cage stars in Vampire’s Kiss, a movie which on the page must have read like Pee-Wee Herman’s American Psycho. He plays a literary agent who is — or believes he is? — a vampire after an experience almost literally the same as the event that turns Batman into Batman. We’re all friends here, so let’s dispense with the formalities: there is nothing, nothing redeeming in or about this movie except for Cage’s performance, which wouldn’t have mattered either if it didn’t end up presaging the Cage-ian filmic insanity that we’ve all come to love. This movie almost seems like a prank being played on him, like the rest of the cast and crew knows it’s a joke but nobody lets him in on it. As a one-off, Vampire’s Kiss would have ended up in the remaindered VHS heap with every other probably-a-tax-scam D-movie released in the tail end of the 1980s. But coming as it did in his years in the wilderness between Moonstruck and Leaving Las Vegas, Vampire’s Kiss is the apotheosis of an entire cult film category. When it comes to biting necks, nobody sucks like Nicholas Cage. Come get misfiled with REWIND and Vampire’s Kiss.