Something to offend everyone.

A rapid-fire series of fists to the face, this comic book adaptation is soaked in cynicism, a hardy helping of the ol’ ultraviolence, and every bodily fluid possible.

It follows the day-to-day life of a wannabe superhero, a young dude who naively believes he can slap a costume on and go save a world which couldn’t care less.

Along the way, he crosses paths with Chloë Grace Moretz’s Hit Girl, a tiny dynamo who dispenses justice, one fractured tibia at a time, and finds his ultimate role model.

She’s here, she’s savage – get used to it.


Bringing Out the Dead

The struggle is real.

Haunted by memories of those he lost, Nicolas Cage’s beyond-stressed paramedic struggles to hold on to a glimmer of hope while driving himself over the edge in Martin Scorsese’s searing drama.

Delivering one of his best performances, the hardest-working actor in show biz ditches most of his over-the-top mannerisms, instead offering up very-grounded work.

Owner of a thousand-yard stare, Cage’s EMT gets down in the muck and mire — blood and bile his constant companions — desperate to find a reason to go on, to keep marching into the human inferno.

This one burns, in a good way.

Red Rock West

Weak men make bad decisions.

That’s the #1 truth in film noir, whether the films be old-school classics or latter-day takes.

Nicolas Cage, so good at playing slightly dumb, drifts into the wrong town in one of the best hidden gems from the early ’90s.

His first mistake? Not clearing city limits by sundown.

His best mistake? Thinking he can trust anyone in this godforsaken outpost.

Full of nifty twists and turns, and powered by a first-rate cast of devious back-stabbers warily circling each other, this is a firecracker.

And one which will likely explode in your face.

The Rock

We’re not breaking out, we’re breaking in.

A slam-bang action thriller that I originally saw on one of the last drive-in theatre screens operating in America, this is probably the one Michael Bay film which truly captivates.

Much of the credit goes to the odd couple pairing of Nicolas Cage as a “gee-whiz” dropping FBI chemist and a snap-your-neck Sean Connery as the only prisoner to ever escape from Alcatraz.

With Ed Harris and his band of all-star mercenaries threatening to rain down Hell from above on San Francisco, you call in the best.

His name was Connery. Sean Connery.

Color Out of Space

Let’s get trippy.

A mad riot of colors, oozy body horror, and Nicolas Cage channeling his inner freak fest as only a trained samurai can, it’s like jamming your face into a bowl of jello and forcing your eyes open to witness the wonder.

Or something like that.

It’s the tale of a mysterious chunk of rock which plunges from the skies, burrows deep into the countryside, and changes the way everything around it looks and acts, spreading madness far and wide.

But that’s just the start.

You’ve entered Cage country, a place from which no man returns the same.