Knowing (2/5)

Somehow, someway, Nic Cage puts butts in seats. He is a guilty pleasure, I must admit, and his camp-faux-acting is as irresistible as Canoe Reeve. Like all good trash, they do require a descent script to chew through though–”Ghost Rider” and “Constantine” were pleasureless dreck (perhaps I needed more drink). And really, giving these films an honest review and score is like grading a staple–no not that kind of staple, the kind you use to bind paper together.

Filed under: 2 stars, review