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And that’s just the first ten minutes. Cage plays Milton, a hardened criminal who broke out of the underworld for one reason: revenge. A cult led by the terrifyingly calm Jonah King (Billy Burke) murdered Milton’s daughter and plans to use the baby’s blood to bring about the apocalypse.
If you go into this looking for nuanced drama, you will hate it. But if you want to turn your brain off, crack open a beer, and watch the King of Weird Cinema drive a hot rod through hellfire while a demonic accountant does Sudoku puzzles in the backseat? Drive Angry
If you have somehow missed this 3D grindhouse gem from 2011, let me paint you a picture: Nicolas Cage, wearing the greatest leather coat in cinematic history, has escaped from Hell. He is not here to negotiate. He is not here to find inner peace. He is here to steal a muscle car and kill every single member of a Satanic cult to save his infant granddaughter from being sacrificed. And that’s just the first ten minutes
There are Nicolas Cage movies, and then there are Nicolas Cage movies . You know the difference. One is Leaving Las Vegas (artsy, sad, Oscar-worthy). The other is Drive Angry (loud, horny, shot out of a cannon wrapped in flames). If you go into this looking for nuanced
Hot on his heels is “The Accountant” (William Fichtner), a mysterious, silver-tongued man in a white suit who works for the devil. The Accountant isn’t there to stop Milton—he’s there to bring him back . Their cat-and-mouse game is less The Fugitive and more Looney Tunes if Bugs Bunny smoked cigarettes and quoted Machiavelli. 1. The Cage-ian Energy This is peak, uncut, 100% pure grade-A Cage. He doesn’t talk much, but when he does, it’s a gravelly whisper that sounds like a dump truck full of gravel driving over a bag of feral cats. He reloads a shotgun while having sex. He drinks bourbon while driving 120mph. He stares at the moon with the quiet rage of a man who literally has nothing left to lose.
Turn off your phone. Turn up the volume. And remember: "If you're gonna ride, ride in style."
I will say this until I die: The Accountant is one of the greatest cinematic villains/anti-heroes of the 21st century. Fichtner plays him with such deadpan, effortless cool that you actually root for Hell to win. Every line he delivers is gold. He never raises his voice. He never runs. He just appears , leans against a car, and ruins someone’s day with a smirk.