DIRECTOR: Simon West
CAST: Nicolas Cage, Malin Akerman, Josh Lucas,
There must be a reason the talented Nicolas Cage keeps doing these films strung on half-baked ideas and overdone plots. It would be advisable to not go looking for one here. That would be charitable. For "America's biggest bank robber", as Cage's Will is described here, will be embarrassed when he looks back at one of these robberies later.
For most part of this film, however, it is not robberies that he is pulling off. Rather, he is chasing after an over-the-top ex-associate Vincent (Lucas), who has kidnapped his daughter and is moving around New Orleans in the midst of Mardi Gras madness with her in the boot of his trunk. By over the top we mean the whole works — the blonde sun-bleached hair, the dirty clothes, the prosthetic leg, the tattoos, the half-fingers and the tendency to jab people with injections in the necks.
And man, does Vincent refuse to die? Bullets don't get him, neither does running over, being set on fire, or being pushed under water. How Will finally gets him is something best left discovered for yourself.
All this leaves out mention of the top cop chasing Will. Detective Harlend (Huston) wears a tiny hat perched on top of his immense pate. Quite like the undying Vincent, this hat is a marvel of will power and survival.