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Nicolas Cage Is at His Maniacal Best In The Surfer
The sunburnt thriller-comedy, which premiered at a midnight screening at Cannes, also birthed a new Cage catchphrase.
They were losing their shit, appropriately, at the sight of Nicolas Cage, who looked equally thrilled as he walked into the Lumiere for the premiere of The Surfer, a deliciously bonkers, sunburnt psychological-thriller-slash-dark comedy about a man who just wants to surf, and will risk everything he has to do it. The only thing standing in his way is another potential buyer, who just upped their bid by $100,000, and a gang of debauched, vaguely insane local surfers who refuse to let Cage and his son surf at the beloved beach of his childhood. The rest of the movie takes place in this parking lot, the surrounding brush, and on the beach below, with Cage slowly losing all of his belongings, his mind, and his grip on reality as he engages in both psychological and physical warfare with what is revealed, ultimately, to be some kind of Jordan Peterson-esque cult.
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