DRIVE ANGRY

Drive Angry isn't exactly Shakespeare--shoot, it isn't even Machete--but I give it huge props for being a supremely enjoyable testosterone-driven film that slams the gas pedal to the floor and just doesn't let up.

Every once in awhile something happens that's so wrong, so personal, and so mind-bendingly awful that you've just got to make things right.  Like maybe your daughter winds up in a cult and they murder her and kidnap her baby.  That's enough to make you bust right out of hell (if you happen to be undead), and that's certainly enough to make you Drive Angry.

Nicholas Cage is at his quirky, badass best as Milton, a bereaved father and former felon out to avenge the death of his daughter and save his grandchild from serving as a human sacrifice.  As he tracks the cult members who did his family wrong, Milton himself is being tracked by some sort of secret agent/hired hit man (William Fichtner) who either works for the government, or, you know, the Devil.  Along the way Milton picks up a disgruntled waitress with an abusive no-good boyfriend (Amber Heard) who happily leaves her old life behind and becomes his sidekick.  The usual.

What follows is a hilarious, over the top, action-packed thrill ride that's heavy on muscle cars, sex, violence, and general mayhem.  Better yet, it offers up a satisfying ending that leaves you with a stupid smile on your face.  Drive Angry isn't exactly Shakespeare--shoot, it isn't even Machete--but I give it huge props for being a supremely enjoyable testosterone-driven film that slams the gas pedal to the floor and just doesn't let up. 

DVD NOTES

DVD extras include the featurette "How To: Drive Angry" and "Milton's Mayhem", plus audio commentary with filmmakers Patrick Lussier and Todd Farmer and deleted scenes.