Found 426 results
18.7s
Did you hate my screenplay? It's okay if you did. I just need to know. You wrote a script? I sent it to your agent. He was supposed to give it to you. Well, he didn't. I guess I can understand why he didn't, but where is it? I'll read it right now. Now? Like, right now? Right now. Send it.
The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent
1m10s
Oh. Hey, Nicky. So, you're unretired then? That's the idea. Javi inspired you, did he? You like this guy? He has good taste in movies. Plus, it could be good for me to do some smaller roles with great directors. Some challenging character work. Huh. So, like, um... like what? The gay uncle in the next duplass brothers movie kind of thing? Exactly. What the fuck are you talking about? We haven't worked since you were 15... Forty-one years to be number seven on a call sheet of a goddamn student film. I think it's a good idea. You listen to me. You're Nick fucking... Cage! Addy doesn't need a struggling artist for a father. She needs you to be a star. Now you get the next one, baby, and we're back. Not that we went anywhere. Not that we went anywhere. Come here.
The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent
1m14s
What do you guys want? You want money? Here, take my watch. It's not a copy, it's real. Mr. Cage, we're with the U.S. government. We need your help. The man you're staying with is the head of a violent international arms cartel. Wait, wait, wait. Javi? He's a ruthless motherfucker. He started small, coastal Spain. But then, he got greedy. Trying to expand his operations east, west. Trail of dead bodies in his wake. Javi Gutierrez? Yes, Javi. I don't think we're talking about the same Javi. We're definitely talking about the same fucking Javi. It's the same fucking guy, man. Okay, okay. So, you're CIA, some kind of intelligence, right? And your job is to read people, yeah? Well, as a thespian, that is also my job. To understand people's characters, to feel what they're feeling. Which is how I know that Javi is not a gun dealer. You're saying your acting ability trumps five years of hard data collected by the world's finest intelligence agency? My nouveau shamanic acting ability? You better fucking believe it. Oh! Hey, guys, this sucks. Uh, Nicolas cage's nouveau shamanic acting ability has determined that we got the wrong guy. So, let's pack up our shit and fucking go home. Hey, man, don't mind him. He's all messed up inside. He just found out his wife's been fucking his dad. That's not all the way true. Look, do you recognize this girl?
The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent