Pappa's Gotta Brand New Bag
I can’t claim to be either a fan of John Travolta or Nic Cage — they’re both the most egregious paycheck whores in Hollywood and apparently just pick up scripts off of tiny screenplay assembly lines set up in their home offices. But I will admit that both actors have a fair amount of talent underneath the greed, and that talent is never better highlighted than when they are playing crazy. John Woo’s Face/Off was sort of the perfect movie for the two of them; it allowed them to both collect large paychecks and play batshit maniacal.
Face/Off for all its implausibilities, for all its stupidity, is still one of the best guilty pleasures around. It was John Woo’s best American work (and what happened to him? Why doesn’t he make American movies anymore? Did Paycheck ruin him?) — it features all the Woo trademarks, Cage and Travolta gnawing the hell out of the scenery, and face transplants. Face transplants, people! It’s two hours of delicious fun.
I dig this movie, and the trailer, which is good, actually undersells it a little.