Drive Angry 3-D delivered even more than it promised. This fulfilled the lunacy it purported to offer and went further. This is no award winner. If anything, it’s anti-Oscar-bai, with more than a whiff of authentic grindhouse madness. It’s everything Quentin Tarantino’s Death Proof ought to have been. Take Death Proof, combine it with Michael Davis’ Shoot ’Em Up, add a supernatural component, ramp it up, and you have Drive Angry 3-D. Now top this off with director Patrick Lussier and cinematographer Brian Pearson proving once again that they know how to stage, light, and shoot 3-D like nobody else, while fully embracing the gimmick of the whole 3-D nonsense, and it’s even better. Nicolas Cage — at his Cage-iest — stars as John Milton (don’t worry, that’s about as cerebral as the jokes get), who breaks out of hell in a Buick Riviera in order to prevent the ritual sacrifice of his infant granddaughter by a devil cult headed up by Jonah King (Billy Burke). Luck is on his side in the guise of curvaceous waitress Piper (Amber Heard) who decides to throw in her lot, and her boyfriend’s Dodge Charger, with him after she catches said boyfriend having conjugal relations with another woman. At the same time, however, an emissary from hell called “The Accountant” (a superb William Fichtner) is out to drag Milton back to the fiery furnace. The Accountant is the epitome of unflappable cool. When he learns that Milton took off in a 1969 Charger, his only question is, “The 440 or the Hemi?” (Hell appears to be a savvy place in terms of muscle cars.) Seriously, this is a wondrously over-the-top outburst of utterly tasteless, hard R cinematic fun.
Director: Patrick Lussier
Writer: Todd Farmer and Patrick Lussier
Producer: Michael De Luca
Cast: Nicolas Cage, Amber Heard, William Fichtner, Billy Burke, Katy Mixon, David Morse, Wanetah Walmsley, Christa Campbell, Pruitt Taylor Vince and Bryan Massey
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