Mandy
Nicholas Cage going all Nick Cagey in a twisted tale of bloody revenge. I was actually looking forward to his over-the-top performance in an unhinged splatter fest. I figured it would be campy, gory and fun.
Oh holy balls was I wrong. This was the worst melted crayola smear attempting to be a movie to which I've ever been subjected. It set standards for pure awfulness that may never, ever, ever, ever, ever be reached again. It was so creatively bad that I'm struggling to come up with words to describe just how stunningly horrible it was.
It's so weird because this movie was positively reviewed by the majority of reviewers. I saw four and five star raves all over the place before I made the leap into this eleventh level of roaring hell. Here's the thing. I think it was so unapologetically awful that all those positive reviews were people just telling themselves that nothing could possibly have been that bad on purpose so let's praise it so we don't look stupid.
I was in that camp. It was so weird and horrible I wondered if maybe I missed something and needed to be high to really get it. So I got that way and gave it another shot. The high didn't improve the movie at all.
It was bad. Bad bad. So bad.
If you want to torture yourself with this be my guest. Before you do, let me give you a dozen reasons to opt out.
1) Cage is a bad actor. Here they let him uncage the Cage and that resulted in some of the worst performances of his career. The goofy faces, the lunatic grins. It was just horrible.
2) Mike Cutter's baby bird. Cutter, the former Law and Order Assistant DA (Linus Roache) plays the long-haired leader of a religious cult (think Charlie Manson with a dash of Jim Jones). He's nearly as bad as Cage, but the crowning achievement of his hideous performance is a semi-jesus pose with his nest, baby bird and eggs just flobbed out there.
3) Quentin Tarrantino. Q didn't direct this garbage, but the guy who did was clearly influenced by his style. The movie's visual style was a palette of over-tinted grainy cuts. It was intended to look like a pulpish film from the 70s or 80s. It just looked like a smeary mess. The director also stole Tarrantino's penchant for having chapters in his movies, but there was no continuity or cohesion (or sense) in the chapter segments.
4) The Beastmaster. I loved the Beastmaster. Terrible movie with forced dialogue, but I used to love it. The crazy snarling bad guys loyal to Maax (pronounced Ma-axe and performed by Rip Torn) were recreated here and mixed with a little Mad Max and a splash of Hellraiser. Blow some weird rock and they show up on four wheelers to drink blood and do bad things. Yeah, that.
5) Overly cliched bad guys. Some of the worst acting ever.
6) Mandy. She looked like Olive Oyl had a baby with Skratt from Ice Age. Nothing to rationalize Cage's adoration of her or the obsession Mike Cutter had with her when he saw her staggering wide-eyed along the side of the road in what may or may not have been a dream sequence. She was a soft-spoken, mumbling weirdo.
7) Zack Snyder. No, Zack didn't direct the movie. But the amateur who did clearly borrowed some of the worst traits Snyder displayed in Sucker Punch. Sucker was not a bad movie, but all the director of Mandy took from it were the very worst parts. He retained none of the good.
8) Heavy Metal. Ever gotten high and watched that 80s classic? It's a trip. Hearing John Candy's voice coming out in various parts of that surreal cartoon is trippy just by itself. The rest of Heavy Metal is a total mind bender. This Mandy movie inexplicably bounces off into occasional super funky Heavy Metal-esque cartoon sequences that are useless and senseless.
9) Wait, multiple multi-colored moons? Whaaaattt.. I need more drugs.
10) The boredom. This movie lasts more than two interminable hours. The vast majority of it is spent wandering around slowly in mind-altering splashy color palettes that are so poorly acted and so choppily filmed that they make no sense. They don't connect. The dialogue doesn't connect. Even when high, you just sit there awash in color wondering why any of it exists. The first hour and a half could honestly have been condensed to maybe 15 minutes and lost nothing.
11) Bill Duke. I honestly thought Duke had died years ago. Hadn't thought much about him since his glorious turns in Commando, Predator and Action Jackson. He's wasted here in a scene that has no connection to anything that happens before or after he pops up. Bill looks bad and this color-soaked turd did him no career favors.
12) The regret. To maybe, possibly, potentially get anything out of this movie you'd have to drink a lot more than I did or take a big bucket of drugs. And you'll STILL regret the time you spent getting over-saturated color washed in the glow of this terrible thing. About 30 minutes in we considered pulling the plug but decided to ride it out in the hope that the vengeance payoff at the end might be worth it. We were horribly disappointed. This movie is so bad, I've been barred from picking a movie for 45 days. I cannot recommend, suggest or select the movies we watch until my sentence is up.
I suffered through this so none of the rest of you have to.