Yet another masterpiece from the finest actor living today, Nicolas Cage. What's that? You disagree with me? Sir, your earnestness offends me and I demand satisfaction! Only one man can harbor the awesomely brass balls necessary to accept every single script that crosses his desk, no matter how ridiculous, stupid, remade or comic book related. Plus he named his child after Superman. Nic Cage will one day ascend to a heaven the likes of which most of us can only dream to take his place among the Great Spirits of Kitsch.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Knowing - 2009
Posted by Exploder at 1:50 PM
Labels: Apocalypse, disasters, explosions, math, Nic Cage, possibly ghosts or time travelers or something, time capsule
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