- 12 Oct 18
Death metal revenge trip is ludicrous - and great fun.
Nicholas Cage recently said that he was frustrated by the "memeification" of his performances; how shots of him looking cartoonishly enraged were being taken out of context for an internet punchline. Frankly, I don't believe his frustration.
Because about halfway through this outrageous, gory, revenge-fuelled, psychotropic slice of death metal pulp, I started laughing. And never quite stopped. But trying to stifle my giggles at Cage's wild-eyed, blood-smeared, underwear-clad performance never stopped me from appreciating the eerie, intense visuals or unnerving energy of the film - it just made the experience all the more fun. And I think that's exactly what Cage and director Panos Cosmatos are going for.
Mandy takes place in the Pacific North-West in 1983. Taciturn lumberjack Red (Cage) lives a quietly content life with his beloved Mandy (Andrea Riseborough, wonderfully weird). When a Satanic cult is instructed by their Manson-like leader Jeremiah (Linus Roache) to kidnap and drug Mandy, Red begins his epic, bloody revenge quest - rendered all the more intense by his own experience with mind-altering substances.