A man without a gun is not a man
– Nicolas Cage’s character Terrence McDonagh in Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans after his gun is taken away by fellow cops for misbehavior with an old woman.
Darn, sometimes we make the stupidest moves.
Like for instance, not watching Nicolas Cage’s Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans in the theater.
We watched the previews of the movie at one of the Ritz theaters in Philadelphia and found it very appealing.
But for some reason that eludes us now we ultimately never saw the flick (did the movie even get a wide release here) on the big screen.
What’s wrong with us.
Mucho stupid, right.
So when we learned this morning that RedBox (the $1 DVD rental kiosk in the U.S.) had released the movie, we hotfooted over to the nearest kiosk for our Cage fix.
To all the desis here who think $1 is a buck too much and would rather wait for the ‘Free RedBox Code,’ the movie also features the Hollywood sizzler Eva Mendes.
We finished watching the 2-hour movie a short while ago.
Doesn’t that single word say it all, schmucks.
You need more? Well, here you go.
If this is not Nicolas Cage’s finest performance, could any of ye dodos please let us know of any better.
Cage plays a New Orleans cop Terrence McDonagh in the aftermath of Katrina.
But the hurricane itself, destructive as it was, is really not relevant to the movie at all. Merely, the starting point of the movie when we see a flooded lockup in a police station, a snake slithering in the water and a nervous prisoner petrified at the swiftly rising water. Even as his colleagues are willing to abandon the guy behind bars, Sergeant Terrence jumps into the water, his $55 fine underwear notwithstanding.
The reward – a chronic back pain and promotion to lieutenant.
Of course, Cage is the bad lieutenant Terrence McDonagh (just promoted from sergeant at the start), the anti-hero of the fast-paced movie.
As the coke-snorting, gambling addict, crooked cop in love with his hooker girl-friend Frankie (Eva Mendes) and willing to yank the the oxygen tubes of an old woman to extract information on a key eyewitness to a bloody murder, Nicolas Cage’s performance as the forever-high cop in Bad Lieutenant is nothing short of brilliant.
As Terrence forges ahead in the investigation of the murder of the illegal immigrants from Senegal, his life is spiraling out of control under the weight of his many vices – the crazy drug-habit, the insane gambling addiction and his frequent cow-boy antics.
In one of his forever highs, and in one of the finest moments in the movie, Terrence stops a young couple at an open parking lot just after they have exited a club, pulls the girl’s panties down right there and screws her as they smoke a joint mouth-to-mouth.
Boy, we sure got off on that scene as we did when Terrence insists his dope-peddling accomplices shoot an already dead-man again. As he explains with a wild laugh at the end of the sentence:
His soul is still dancing. Hee haa hee.
But then Cage also gets solid help in the fine screenplay by William Finkelstein that keeps the action churning on the screen, almost all of it with Cage center-stage.
One of the disappointments of the movie, albeit minor given all the ad infinitum excitement unfolding on the screen, is that Eva Mendes (Remember Hitch, anyone?) doesn’t have that prominent a role.
Folks, whether you are a Nicolas Cage fan or not, Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans is a must watch film.
A treat, guys. A real treat.
By the way, Netflix has the DVD too.
Preview: Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans