“There are often lists of the great living male movie stars: De Niro, Nicholson and Pacino, usually. How often do you see the name of Nicolas Cage? He should always be up there. He’s daring and fearless in his choice of roles, and unafraid to crawl out on a limb, saw it off and remain suspended in air. No one else can project inner trembling so effectively. Recall the opening scenes in “Leaving Las Vegas.” See him in Scorsese’s “Bringing Out the Dead.” Think of the title character in “The Weather Man.” Watch him melting down in “Adaptation.” And then remember that he can also do a parachuting Elvis impersonator (“Honeymoon in Vegas”), a wild rock ‘n’ roller (“Wild at Heart”), a lovesick one-handed baker (“Moonstruck”), a straight-arrow Secret Service agent (“Guarding Tess”) and on and on.
He alway seems so earnest. However improbable his character, he never winks at the audience. He is committed to the character with every atom and plays him as if he were him. His success in making Charlie Kaufman a neurotic mess and Donald Kaufman a carefree success story, in the same movie, comes largely from this gift. There are slight cosmetic differences between the two: Charlie usually needs a shave, Donald has a little more hair. But the real reason we can tell the twins apart, even when they’re in the same trick shot, comes from within: Cage can tell them apart. He is always Charlie when he plays Charlie, always Donald when he plays Donald. Look and see.”
Roger Ebert in his review of Adaptation.(2002)
He’s right, you know. As much as I like to jest about my love for Nicolas Cage that borders on obsession, it stems from him being so… great.
