Nicolas Cage on drugs

Back in 1990 Nicolas Cage was still a young actor with some great credits to his name and a reputation in exact opposite to the one he has today as a jobbing actor who will do any auld shite for the money. In 1990 he was doing the rounds publicising his new film, the wonderful David Lynch film Wild at Heart.

Also in 1990 Terry Wogan was the UK’s leading chat show host with his amiable teatime chat show on BBC One which didn’t do more than allow people to plug their latest book, film ,etc. Enter into this one Nicolas Cage on what must have been spectacular drugs…

Cage is spectacular here. This is what actors should do when asked to plug their latest film rather than blandly answer questions, but once Cage was off the drugs we were only treated to this sort of lunacy in his films as he increasingly cared nothing for his work beyond the cheque he got for being in something. This though remains a brilliant example of live telly and how you can get anything…

Love Me Tender

I love the film Wild At Heart from the moment I saw it at a cinema in Camden in 1990 during the short time I lived in London. It is in my eyes probably the most romantic film I’ve ever seen, which is probably a sign I needed (and indeed probably still do) ┬áserious mental evaluation more than anything else. Apart from being stunned by another brilliant film directed by David Lynch, I was just taken by the end scene where Nicolas Cage as Sailor Ripley leaps across cars to find his girl Lula.

Here’s that very scene…

Well after that I had it in my head that sometime, someday I would do that to a girl I liked, (being younger, fitter and dafter than I am now) and see if she also believed in individuality and personal freedom as Sailor Did. Sadly if you tried leaping on cars to proclaim your devotion to a girl in London in 1990 you’d end up probably shot, beaten to a pulp or locked up, so it wasn’t til the following year when I’d returned to Leicester that one night I drunkenly decided to reenact the end of Wild At Heart towards a young lady who’d caught me in her gravitational pull.

That night after too many pints of Guinness I was walking back home in a crowd with her and decided (as one is want to do when you’ve drank a skinful) to leap on a car, proclaim my love or at the very least, my lust for her, and hope she goes for it. Well, I lept on an old Vauxhall, spat out a drunken version of Love Me Tender in a Nic Cage-esque drawl and after she stopped laughing she seemed touched, or at least was scared enough to humour me in case I went Full-Cage. Thankfully she seemed to pity me for long enough to also want to throw herself at me and that wee fling lasted a jolly few months before it imploded like a bad Nicolas Cage film.

The lesson I suppose is there is no lesson when it comes to Nic Cage films and girls. What did you expect? Something meaningful?