"Cagemas comes but once a year. Will Saint Nicolas Cage bring us something glorious or another lump of coal for our cinematic stockings? We discuss The Trust. Meanwhile, Stuart reveals his testicle-based library habits, Elliott explores Paul Verhoeven's love for California Dreams, and Dan solos on the hot sax."
“Dan, I've come unstuck in time! A minute ago, I was 60 years old and I was in a space cage! And then, two minutes ago, I was a toddler. So I… What time is it? What year is it? Where am I?” —Elliott @03:00
“I like this new anecdote-based direction this podcast is headed.” —Dan @07:00
Let's make one thing clear. I feel like we've talked about this a lot on the podcast, but we should reiterate it. This is not an ironic appreciation of Nicolas Cage.
Yeah. We're not making one of those shirts that has a bunch of faces of Nicolas Cage on it, that you can wear to your fuckin' Williamsburg bar, you hipster shit!
(I think I have one of those.)
You asshole! With your Hanksy graffiti, with your celebrity puns! Ya piece of garbage! You know what? Bring a garbage bag to throw this piece of shit in it, dump it in the ocean!
Yeah, why don't you climb on top of your giant-wheeled velocipede and ride off into a toxic waste hill, so you can become Toxie!