Nicolas Cage, meet my Father, Angry Grandpa.
Angry Grandpa is an everydad. He does neck thrusts to ZZ Top in the car, he neck thrusts when he walks past a Jamba Juice jammin’ Jimmy Buffet, and he neck thrusts when Bruce Springsteen plays over the Tom Hanks classic flick, Philadelphia. Dad, it’s about AIDS, stop doing your Dad dance even if it is, THE BOSS.
My point is simple: Dad likes what he likes and he doesn’t give a flip what your spoiled, snarky, ungrateful, self thinks. Forget what everyone else says DAD KNOWS what’s cool. Just ask him.
Actually, now that I think of it, his lack of self-consciousness and ability to stubbornly go against the grain of nagging children, who actually know what’s cool, makes Dad pretty freaking Cool by definition, right?
Hmmm…that’s really making me reconsider my thoughts on Nic Cage.
Much like the rest of you, I view Nicolas Cage as a nut. A nut who made some kick-azz flicks back in the day, but is…more relevant now for collecting wicker lawn furniture that once belonged to Pol Pot, diamond-studded chihuahua skulls or something equally heinous and bizarre. Sure, he still sputters out a few hundred straight-to-video flops each year, but I think of him mainly as a fascinating eccentric. To say Quentin Tarantino needs to stage an Intervention of Nicky’s career, is an understatement.
My father disagrees.
Yes, Dad agrees he’s a nutball covered in nuts, but he can’t fault his acting career for it. The last time we were all hanging out as a family, keep in mind we’re grown and have scattered to the winds, so a group hang out is rare, my father loudly proclaimed: “Y’all have to go and see Nic Cage’s NEWEST MOVIE!” (I and America have since forgotten the title. ) “HE’S BACK! Nic Cage is BACK!”
It was a saints whisper before my brother chimed in with, “Dad, for you Nicolas Cage never went away.”
And for once in his life, my brother said something my father agreed with.
Here’s a fellow Nicolas Cage fan’s picks for his top 10 movies
Some of his finest acting, TRIPLETS!?
And for the Elvis fans out there…I’m sorry