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Season Of The Witch/Knowing v. Kick-Ass

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Dir. Alex Proyas/Dominic Sena v. Matthew Vaughn

Sweet glorious cable/Sad depressing theatrical v. A fine relaxing Friday theatrical back in April

Having just flown into Los Angeles a few days before, I was still getting acclimated to the whole west coast. I was staying with my aunt and uncle in–ironically enough–Bel-Air (or at least six blocks from it.) I moved out to work on the Rotten Tomatoes Show and I was about to turn 25. The following Monday when I came in, our co-host Brett trying his best to explain what he had watched over the weekend, “A flaming moose. Out of no where, there’s a flaming moose. And then it gets weirder.”

After finally watching Knowing I can finally agree on the weirdness. But combine that with the recent viewing experience that is Season of the Witch and a lot of that same weirdness becomes questionable when we have to consider a “Nic [sic] Cage Film.”

Floating around the 1990s, Cage represented the best and slickest trash cinema you could hope for: Con Air, The Rock, Face/Off, Snake Eyes, 8MM. And at the same time he was coming from a place that let him channel a far more darker space (hello, Leaving Las Vegas) but left him a constant romantic comedy co-lead (It Could Happen To You, Honeymoon in Vegas.) Despite a constant appearance forever shoe-horning Cage into our cultural lexicon when it comes to explosions and Jerry Bruckheimer and 21(!) films he clocked in from the nineties into 2000, he’s morphed from marquee name into a morbid curiosity when it comes to his work.

Kick-Ass was arguably better than it should’ve been due to Cage taking the Big Daddy character into a mix of Adam West Batman camp and genuine comic fanboy attention to detail like the need for a voice and black eyeshadow around the mask. And my god, his voice. It’s a spectacle in and of itself:

This gets lost in Season of the Witch. Cage is the odd straight man to Ron Perlman’s own portrayal of Ron Perlman being a knight in The Crusades. Ditto for Knowing, which is Cage running around as if everything is burned constantly by bees–and moose–on fire.  Or maybe Nic Cage is just perfect for being memetic. I don’t know. Where was this thing even going?

Oh, right. It was all leading up to this:

 

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Written by john lichman

January 18, 2011 at 1:36 pm

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