And it’s produced by Michael De Luca, illustrating that it’s possible to follow one of the smartest, most perceptive movies of the year, The Social Network, with one of the dumbest. Its star has spiraled so deep into self-parody that the prefix “Academy Award winner” on his name seems to exist only as a potential Ricky Gervais punchline. There’s something deliciously perverse about high-octane trash like this opening on Oscar weekend, the holiest of times on the Hollywood calendar.
NEW YORK – Midway through Drive Angry, Nicolas Cage’s avenging escapee from Hell brushes off questions by saying, “We don’t have time to explain.” The screenwriters of this explosively addled 3D grindhouse fodder appear to share that attitude, until they relent and sketch in some plot detail.
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