His revenge tour was too easy peasy & anti-climactic. Shoulda killed demons last right before Jeremiah. Ended up being a dud.
It's something to see alright: the unbridled thespian explosion of Hollywood's unclosetted weirdo: Nicolas Cage.
Not to be confused with the sleepy seventies couch rock anthem by Barry Manilow, "Mandy" is in fact, a volcanic revenge movie bathed in various hues of blood. After being done wrong, Cage rages a one man war against a bizarre satanic sect. That's the plot. No need for anything else. It's all Cage, all the time. And it is glorious.
Sometimes it's best to keep things simple, and that, this is. We all know what's coming, and it's coming like a red hot locomotive careening off the tracks, crazy eyes bulging, teeth grinding to powder, heavy metal music melting, primal screams a howling. This may be Cage's greatest achievement since he left Las Vegas, in an over the top, b-movie, trippy, one dimensional, kinda way.
Nic is back, and everyone best stay clear.