Posted on Thursday, January 18th, 2018 by Chris Evangelista
Note: This Mom and Dad review is as spoiler-free as possible, but some minor spoilers do pop up.
At this point in his career, Nicolas Cage has become meme-ified to the point where it’s hard to know where the real Cage ends and his pop-eyed, shrill-screaming on-screen persona begins. This isn’t to call Cage a bad actor – indeed, he’s a phenomenal actor, and capable of turning in subtle, quiet performances (see: Bringing Out the Dead). But here, in the early 21st century, it’s safe to say that when audiences seek out a Nicolas Cage movie, they’re looking for Cage at his Cage-iest. They want the actor to be literally bouncing off the walls.
Folks will get that, and more, when they watch Brian Taylor’s frenetic, manic horror-comedy Mom and Dad. Taylor, who was one-half of the directors who birthed the loony Crank series, brings the thudding cuts and wild edits of that aforementioned series to Mom and Dad; whether or not this is the type of film that needs such things is another question, however.