8mm

Some rich cunts husband dies and inside his super secret vault is a spool of 8mm film. The contents on the film look to be a snuff film with some chick getting horrendously hacked up for BBQ. Said rich cunt wants to be at ease knowing it's a phony so she hires super surveillance king Nicolas Cage to find out the origins of the movie.

There's one part in this that is still bugging the shit out of me a couple days after watching it. Either Nic Cage has never held a baby before or the screenwriter is so out of touch with modern care of an infant. It's this part where his baby, creepily named Cinderella, is crying so surveillance man heads in to the room and picks her up while saying "there there". Does anyone actually say that to calm there kids? His delivery is so half asses and the line itself is so shitty. Whatever.

What happens next takes Johnny Cage on a rollercoaster ride of fake identities, trips into re seedy porn underworld, and an obsession trying to find out who the girl is, and whether the movie is fake or not.

Along the way he befriends a pre oscar calibur actor named joaquin phoenix, who plays a dirty smut peddler and helps Ghost Rider get leads on the movie. A young, much skinner, and still sounding like a fat mafioso James Gandolfini as a porn director. Before he was Tony Soprano did anyone give a shit about him? Bottom line he was one of the bright point as his part was great.

Overall I was engaged and interested in the who what and why of the whole deal. I was entertained throughout and don't know why people said it sucked. It isn't the greatest thriller I've seen, but Nicolas Cage getting angry and screaming fuck is a welcome sight.