When Nick cage goes nick cage you get only two kinds of film. An amazing performance by a great actor. Or this.
Mandy is one more example of the typical, low budget dreck cage is well known for. I call this part of his career Cage sweepings.
Mandy fits perfectly in the same dumpster fire as: mom and dad, Joe, rage, deadfall. Crude, badly scripted, filled with dead end improvisation and sloppy storytelling. Mandy stands out as someone somehow took the worst nick has to offer and lit it like a shroom hallucination..or so dark you can't see.
Mandy is two movies glued together by a half blind, one armed, drunk editor. The first half a slow, plodding, scriptless manure heap about a man and his love living in the woods menaced by a cult. The actors are actors only by virtue of being on camera. Not by skill or charisma. Which they lack completely. Every interaction plays out like a improve class for introverts. The second movie is a gore filled slasher as a drug powered Cage goes on a killing spree worthy of a Friday the 13th movie. But lit and colored by someone who obviously thinks lighting shots is a philosophy concept of the ether and not an actual practice. So either you can see. Or you can't. Costumes are crude. Fights are crude. Dialog here is what happens when you salvage a scripts from a fire and run what's left.
Mandy can be found at Walmart. In a big plastic bin for $4.99. That's 3.99 more then anyone should pay.
Mandy is one more example of the typical, low budget dreck cage is well known for. I call this part of his career Cage sweepings.
Mandy fits perfectly in the same dumpster fire as: mom and dad, Joe, rage, deadfall. Crude, badly scripted, filled with dead end improvisation and sloppy storytelling. Mandy stands out as someone somehow took the worst nick has to offer and lit it like a shroom hallucination..or so dark you can't see.
Mandy is two movies glued together by a half blind, one armed, drunk editor. The first half a slow, plodding, scriptless manure heap about a man and his love living in the woods menaced by a cult. The actors are actors only by virtue of being on camera. Not by skill or charisma. Which they lack completely. Every interaction plays out like a improve class for introverts. The second movie is a gore filled slasher as a drug powered Cage goes on a killing spree worthy of a Friday the 13th movie. But lit and colored by someone who obviously thinks lighting shots is a philosophy concept of the ether and not an actual practice. So either you can see. Or you can't. Costumes are crude. Fights are crude. Dialog here is what happens when you salvage a scripts from a fire and run what's left.
Mandy can be found at Walmart. In a big plastic bin for $4.99. That's 3.99 more then anyone should pay.