Somehow an almost perfect John Waters/Michael Bay hybrid with all the strengths and weaknesses that come with that bizarre combo. Though totally uneven and manic, it is wilfully so, and, at the same time, the most assured Brian Taylor has ever been at the helm. But the main event here is a fully uncaged Nic Cage. He is a gasping, yelping, flailing beast and he is fucking glorious.
It's like someone took Training Day, Drive, and American Psycho, stripped from each any gimmick or romanticism, then pressed what remained with a car crusher into a brisk two hour tension panini of pitch black biting satire. It made me want to vomit for all the right reasons. It's fucking magical and I can't recommend it enough.