"And Cage. There are often lists of the great living male movie stars: De Niro, Nicholson and Pacino, usually. How often do you see the name of Nicolas Cage? He should always be up there. He’s daring and fearless in his choice of roles, and unafraid to crawl out on a limb, saw it off and remain suspended in air. No one else can project inner trembling so effectively. Recall the opening scenes in Leaving Las Vegas. See him in Scorsese’s Bringing Out the Dead. Think of the title character in The Weather Man. Watch him melting down in Adaptation. And then remember that he can also do a parachuting Elvis impersonator (Honeymoon in Vegas), a wild rock ‘n’ roller (Wild at Heart), a lovesick one-handed baker (Moonstruck), a straight-arrow Secret Service agent (Guarding Tess) and on and on."
— Roger Ebert, one of the seemingly few critics to really get Nicolas Cage. (via slantedandenchanted)
and Evan was all “YOU CAN’T RUN THE TUMBLR” but like, I have the password, soooo?
anyway tomorrow we’re showing Wong Kar-wai’s Days of Being Wild which our calendar description, FYI, describes as having “lush visuals, overwhelming mood, and languid narrative,” so like, prepare yourself to be overwhelmed by lush languidity, babes.