Movie Review: It’s Cage Over Substance in ‘Arsenal’

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Arsenal seems to have one thing going for it: the presence of Nicolas Cage, reprising his role from the 1993 cult item Deadfall, a movie where the star’s off-the-wall schtick provided the only moments of fleeting interest. Among the star’s early cinema, Deadfall is only second only Vampire’s Kiss in gonzo Cage performances.

While Arsenal doesn’t appear to be a direct Deadfall sequel, Cage seems to have the same hairstyle, sunglasses, mustache and prosthetic nose (all of which threaten to fly off the actor’s face with each violent head spasm) as his earlier character.

He bears the same name, and even violently confronts his real-life brother (and Deadfall director) Christopher Coppola in one scene here. We get it: he’s the same guy, the only thing anyone might remember about the earlier film.

Here, however, Cage’s Eddie King is at odds with an otherwise straightforward and serious-minded little B-movie; instead of being the strangest thing about an already-strange movie, he the only strange thing in this modest, if graphically violent, thriller.

Arsenal has a simple-but-workable plot, something that keeps the film just barely afloat without the Cage eccentricity. Down-and-out war vet Mikey (Johnathon Schaech) has been kidnapped, and it’s up to blue-collar little brother JP (Entourage’s Adrian Grenier) to both save and vindicate him.

Cage’s King is the man behind the kidnapping, and so overshadows the screen that the rest of the movie struggles to compete. It’s not only the flamboyant performance that’s over-the-top; his scenes are drenched in violence and lit in deep reds. He spends most of the film in a strip club, and beats two characters to death onscreen, in slow motion.

Grenier and Schaech, at least, commit to the material; it’s their characters that might keep us interested in what happens during the film.

John Cusack, co-starring as an undercover police officer (or a character claiming to be one) and friend of JP’s, takes a more low-key approach compared Cage’s repellent villain. But he’s so low-energy that he seems to fade into the shadows by the film’s predictable shootout conclusion.

The prospect of both Cage and Cusack in a movie might once have been exciting in 1997 (Con Air), but 20 years later it should set off warning bells; Arsenal is about as successful, if much less ambitious, than their previous teaming, 2013’s The Frozen Ground.

Former horror director Steven C. Miller, who adeptly rebooted Silent Night, Deadly Night back in 2012, seems to have settled into assembly-line actioners featuring aging stars, Arsenal coming off the back of the Bruce Willis-led Extraction and Marauders. It’s about as good as you could reasonably expect.

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Jason Pirodsky has been writing about the Prague film scene and reviewing films in print and online media since 2005. A member of the Online Film Critics Society, you can also catch his musings on life in Prague at expats.cz and tips on mindfulness sourced from ancient principles at MaArtial.com.

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  1. This movie certainly didn’t lack big name actors. My question is why? Did Nicolas Cage decide to make a movie to teach future actors what bad acting looks like? I had to fast forward through most of the movie. Then the slow motion thing at the end of the movie with the most action was in slow motion. It was like watching awesome money shot in a porn movie ruined by the slow motion affect. Did Nicholas Cage have a stroke or something it is making an attempt to keep acting? Or is his acting that made him famous not really acting. Maybe this is the first role he had to actually act in and failed miserably. That is the way it seemed to me. Then again the rest of the cast followed suit. I love B movies, but this one left me confused. The plot was good but way to dragged out. The viewing quality and slow motion effects looks like something a college student filmed with antiquated equipment and low budget special effects. Overall it’s an hour and a half of my life I can’t get back.

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