The Lord Cage’s Prayer:
Our Father, which art in Snake Eyes,
Nicolas be thy name;
thy Face/Off come;
thy Con-Air be done,
on earth as it is in Deadfall.
Give us this day our daily Ghost Rider.
And forgive him for Trespass,
as we forgave him for Windtalkers.
And lead us not into Adaptation;
but deliver us from The Rock.
For thine is the Wicker Man,
the National Treasure,
for ever and ever.
Hello Supercult West! This is Supercult South Bad Movie Professor Cameron Coker (BS in “Slow Motion Explosions” with a minor in “Re-Writing Old Speeches”) and I’m reaching out to you from across the country to help hype tonight’s screening of Drive Angry, Nic Cage’s 61st film, but one of our favorites here at Supercult.
Look, there’s nothing special about this film. It’s a loud, vulgar, violent, tongue-and-cheek film full of guns, girls, hot rods, slow motion, and explosions. It’s got just enough pseudo-religious symbolism to keep the nerds happy, just enough star power to keep the cinephiles happy, and just enough cookiness to keep Nic Cage happy seeing as how he only got involved in the project because he heard there might be a scene where his character gets his eyes shot out. Spoiler Alert: Having the main character’s eyes get shot out sorta makes it hard for said main character to Drive Angry…so no, that stupid crap never happens in the film.
Drive Angry is a dumb movie, but it’s an unpretentious and entertaining dumb movie. It commits itself whole-heartedly to its own stupidity, to its own lurid, grindhouse, absurdities, that we can’t help but praise it. And in the end, that is what Supercult is all about. No matter what your passion is in this world never do it half-heartedly. Do what you want, do it spectacularly, and make sure you film it so we can all drink and laugh when it’s all over.
The Supercult show is proud to present Drive Angry!