In the latest, "The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent", Cage becomes worried, strutting and laughing so widely that he seems willing to swallow

the whole screen. Enchant and alarm, jump off a rock and, drink in hand, enter a pool directly without breaking this step. (Caught behind the bottle, sinks and then drinks.)ges.

What's it about? Case? Ever? There's another Nicolas Cage, a romp, a vitrine, an ode eager to satisfy him throughout the caginess sui generis. That's the idea, in any case.

Mainly, however, it is a single joke held for 106 minutes, between many rapid pitch changes, mood swings, and determined chan

It's a pretty good joke: Cage plays on his own, or better a variation of a star named Nick Cage. Deceased, heading for bankruptcy,

this avatar looks and sounds like the real business. Of course, he resembles the star who, since shaking heads with Uncle Francis' "Valley Girl" and "Rumble Fish" in 1983,

made sublime and forgettable films, repeatedly married (Elvis' daughter!), won an Oscar ("Leaving Las Vegas")

There's a story, many by one, filled with overflowing and self-reflective fun that soon finds Cage flying overseas. Along with a second banana (an amplified Pedro Pasca