Over April break, my family and I bought three tickets to see Nicolas Cage’s new movie, Renfield. We sat in the less-than-packed theater (we were the only attendees) with our popcorn and drinks in preparation for mediocrity.
Excellence, however, is what we were served instead.
I can assure you that from the moment my eyes first set on Mr. Cage they never left his pale, scabby skin and tiny, sharp teeth. Set in modern day, the film tells the story of Count Dracula’s servant, Renfield, who tries to escape his toxic relationship as Dracula plots to take over the world. Nicolas Cage gives the best performance of his career, take my word.
In Renfield, Cage wasn’t stealing the Declaration of Independence, he was stealing my heart.
He played a dominating, power-hungry, villain so well (maybe too well) but it was exquisite nonetheless. When he dug his face into the necks of innocent bystanders or sucked the blood from the fingers of criminals, you felt more and more connected and intrigued by Dracula, always wanting to know how the movie could get any better. And when Nicolas Cage started to lift in the air/fly? Three jaws dropped. He was like an angel, sent from the heavens to inspire the movie industry to do better.
I look forward to more movie releases in the future, to see how they could top such cinematic mastery brought by Nicolas Cage in the stunning film, Renfield.