Excerpt: Is it me or has Academy Award winning actor, Nicholas Cage, become somewhat of a creepy old man? Don’t answer that just yet. Now let’s take a look back at his career for a second. He’s been in some great and memorable movies and let’s face it – his family is essentially Hollywood royalty (being a “Coppola” does that).
Summary: This movie is never as good as it could or should have been. You have a pretty good cast and a not-so-shabby premise. But the powers that be just couldn’t find a way to put it together. Director Patrick Lussier had too many toys and not enough experience or skill to play with them. The best thing I can say for this movie was the relief I felt when it was over. “Even in Hell there is compassion.
Summary: Hell is already walking the earth. Hurry up and call Tarantino; somebody stole a script he wrote back when he was 13. Drive Angry has all the makings of some Quentin Tarantino/Robert Rodriguez Grindhouse movie, except that it's a failure instead of a success. It's not an epic failure, though, just a regular old woulda-could-shoulda been better fail, feeling like the kind of thing Tarantino wrote as a teenager, a movie with all the makings of something better but just not...
Conclusion: Drive Angry is a rush that delivers its bloody, hell-on-earth tale with its tongue firmly in cheek. That approach lowers its demands beneath standard action flicks, as concerns about flawed logic, questionable morality, and gratuitous content fall to the wayside. While it's not a great movie by any stretch of the imagination, it is also not a dull one, achieving the one thing it sets out to do (entertain) as well as or better than other recent self-aware grindhouse...
Excerpt: Nicolas Cage ( The Sorcerer's Apprentice ) is John Milton (wink wink) a mysterious drifter who may or may not have some undead issues going on. When his daughter is murdered and granddaughter abducted by a crazy cult, he's determined to bring back the girl before she is sacrificed for a Satanic ritual. Along for the ride is Piper (Amber Heard, Zombieland ), a potty-mouthed waitress who loves to punch dudes in their heads.
Excerpt: Movies that pursue a campy tone always walk a thin line of execution. Play the absurdity just right, and there's a mess of good times to be had. Play silliness too aggressively, and the insincerity burns, making the jesting intolerable. "Drive Angry" belly flops into the latter category, pitching its winky tone to the rafters, making certain everyone in the audience is aware that the filmmaker is in on the joke.
Excerpt: There’s a reason great rock songs aren’t composed entirely of gnarly guitar solos; without any build-up or modulation, all the virtuosity blends into a dull, homogenous mush. Drive Angry is a Steve Vai solo album of a movie, never letting a second pass without asserting its awesomeness, and thus rarely being awesome.
Conclusion: A shambling, ponderous mess that aims to be a trashy cult classic and merely ends up in the trash - Fichtner aside. And, in the biggest disappointment of all, there's not even that much angry driving in it.