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Forbes
5 days ago
- Business
- Forbes
Nicolas Cage Thriller ‘The Surfer' Arrives On Streaming This Week
Nicolas Cage in "The Surfer." The Surfer — an acclaimed psychological thriller starring Nicolas Cage — is new on digital streaming this week. Directed by Lorcan Finnegan, The Surfer opened in theaters in limited release on May 2. The official summary for the film reads, 'A man (Cage) returns to the idyllic beach of his childhood to surf with his son (Finn Little). But his desire to hit the waves is thwarted by a group of locals whose mantra is, 'Don't live here, don't surf here.' "Humiliated and angry, the man is drawn into a conflict that keeps rising in concert with the punishing heat of the summer and pushes him to his breaking point.' Rated R, The Surfer also stars Julian McMahon, Nic Cassim, Miranda Tapsell, Alexander Bertrand and Justin Rosniak. The Surfer is expected to arrive on digital streaming via premium video on demand on Friday, June 6, per When to Stream. While the streaming tracker is typically accurate with its PVOD reports, it noted that The Surfer's studio, Roadside Attractions, and distributor, Lionsgate, have not announced or confirmed the release date of the film and it is subject to change. The Surfer will be available on such digital platforms as Apple TV, Fandango at Home, Prime Video and YouTube. The film will be available for digital purchase for $14.99 and since digital rentals are typically $5 less, viewers can expect to rent the film for $9.99 for 48 hours. In an interview with Nerdist prior to the release of The Surfer, Nicolas Cage said one of the elements of the film that piqued his interest was its unique story. 'When I read this script, I thought, 'Well, this is different. This is weird. This is the kind of story I aspire to write.' It was a non-linear narrative. I couldn't believe the whole thing took place on a beach in a parking lot. That was new,' Cage told Nerdist. 'And the more I do this, the more I want to find expressions in cinema that are unlike other things that we kind of become bored with. I wanted to find a new way of storytelling.' The Surfer has earned $1.3 million from North American theaters and more than $800,000 internationally for a worldwide box office tally of $2.1 million to date. Production budget information for The Surfer was not disclosed. The Surfer earned a collective 86% 'fresh' rating from Rotten Tomatoes critics based on 154 reviews. The RT Critics Consensus reads, 'Nicolas Cage expertly rides the waves of toxic masculinity in this sand-filled arena of torment.' Audiences on RT thought differently of The Surfer, though, giving the film a 'rotten' 46% Popcornmeter score based on 250-plus verified user ratings. The Surfer, starring Nicolas Cage, is expected to arrive on PVOD on Friday.
ABC News
17-05-2025
- Entertainment
- ABC News
The Surfer brings together Nicolas Cage, Julian McMahon and Miranda Tapsell in an Australian-made coastal thriller
These days, Nicolas Cage doesn't star in movies so much as he swallows them whole. What: A middle-aged businessman returns to his coastal hometown, where he's mercilessly hazed by the locals. Directed by: Lorcan Finegan Starring: Nicolas Cage, Julian McMahon, Justin Rosniak Where and When: In cinemas now Likely to make you feel: Caged in While his recent critical resurgence (via Pig, Mandy, and other fashionable indie projects) has rightfully restored some respect to his name, his larger-than-life presence remains a liability. Every Nicolas Cage film arrives with the expectation that it be weird, funny or at least provide a Classic Cage Freakout™ that can be strung to the end of a YouTube compilation. Recent highlights like Dream Scenario, Renfield, and The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent have tackled the problem head-on by casting Cage as characters who winkingly reference his prolific career and/or literally himself, celebrating his dual status as serious acting talent and perpetual meme machine. Then there's The Surfer: a claustrophobic coastal thriller that asks audiences to believe that someone who looks, sounds and madly gesticulates like Nicolas Cage has spent his formative years chasing waves in a secluded Australian town. That Cage's unnamed character (credited only as 'The Surfer') feels drastically out of place is, to some extent, the point. Having lived a cushy corporate life in the States, the psychic fallout of an impending divorce sends him spiralling back to his hometown, where he intends to close the purchase of his father's beachfront house and reconnect with his son (Finn Little). As soon as he steps out of his shiny Lexus, a tan suit strapped to his skin, he's marked as easy prey by the area's merciless teens and authoritarian beach bros. Their opposition is rooted not so much in class rivalry — the hallmarks of gentrification, from wealthy dog-walkers to a pop-up café, have already taken root — but in vicious, sneering tribalism, enforced by the local mantra: "Don't live here, don't surf here." When his surfboard is stolen, our defiant protagonist embarks on a misguided campaign to stake his claim on the beach. Across 99 varyingly plausible minutes, the film works hard to contrive reasons for its title character not to simply retreat from this hostile environment, even when his efforts see him beaten, stripped of his material possessions, and ripped from the shelter of his own car. The result feels visually constricted — The Surfer spends interminable stretches circling a beach car park — yet narratively loose, struggling to turn the screws on its main character in the way that a single-location thriller demands. At least the town's top dog, Scally, makes for an effective adversary. Julian McMahon (Nip/Tuck) gamely transforms into a grind-set manosphere influencer with a legion of dedicated, meat-headed followers at his beck and call (among them, Justin Rosniak's slimy copper). It's likely the best performance anyone has given from underneath a scarlet hooded towel — a well-observed balance of supreme arrogance, laddish joviality and domineering menace. The supporting cast also extends to a couple of friendlier faces, chiefly Miranda Tapsell's Photographer and Nicholas Cassim's Bum, a wronged vagrant haunting the shores whose semblance gradually mirrors Cage's sunburnt, raving protagonist. Cage remains reasonably fun to watch, though you've seen much of this routine before. Director Lorcan Finnegan (Vivarium) makes the most of his befuddled expressions throughout his slow-motion breakdown, frequently capturing him in exaggerated, low-angle compositions or zooming onto his grizzly visage. Thankfully, the film is selective about exactly how much Cage one should unleash. The film's ironic tone — telegraphed by François Tétaz's syrupy, mid-century-flavoured score, and colour grading overly reminiscent of Espresso — sends up the Australian Dream and the cult of masculinity without undercutting the genuine grief that Cage is delivering. It's still not enough to look past his egregious miscasting, considering there's no shortage of Australian actors who, true to his character, have largely spent their careers in America — especially when Julian McMahon would've perfectly fit the bill. The Surfer disappoints, if only because it could be doing an awful lot more. Scally's sermonising repackages the masochistic misogyny of Fight Club's Tyler Durden, but the film half sells its allure, in part because Cage's pathetic, easily duped character isn't all that fun to toy with. A psychological thriller can only extend so far beyond a protagonist as sparsely characterised as this one. Genre fans will likely get a kick out of the film — you could certainly do worse when it comes to Cage's filmography — but The Surfer is hardly riding another New Wave. The Surfer is in cinemas now.
The Advertiser
16-05-2025
- Entertainment
- The Advertiser
An unhinged Nicolas Cage takes to the beach in this surreal trip
The Surfer (MA, 103 minutes) 4 stars You wanna make a wacked-out psychotropic trip of a movie, who you gonna call? Irish filmmaker Lorcan Finnegan shot his film The Surfer in the sand dunes of Perth's beach suburbs and has none other than the kookiest of today's working actors, Nicolas Cage, in the 0lead. I'm totally here for it, as Cage's special kind of unhinged works perfectly for a film that feels like Point Break meets Wake in Fright. Cage plays a man, we don't learn his name, returned to his hometown in Australia from a lifetime living in America, just wanting to share the joys of surfing the local breaks with his teenage son (Finn Little). He has plans to buy his old family home that has come back on the market too, but one by one his plans are dashed before his eyes. A bunch of surfie thugs led by the grizzled Scally (Julian McMahon) tell the father and son that the beach is for locals only and intimidate them back to the car park, where the man's ex-wife calls to demand the son come home. Coming back to the beach later that day in his Lexus, with his work suit a little dishevelled, the man spends the afternoon on the phone to the estate agent selling his old family home (Rahel Romahn) and a finance company, trying to huckster cash to buy the house. His desperation is palpable, his dream of the beach home restoring a lost job and a broken marriage a disappearing illusion, and as the summer sun beats down, it seems there is more to lose. The surfer thugs continue to intimidate every visitor to the beach, especially an old man (Nicholas Cassim) who claims they have killed his son and dog. As days go by, the man is drawn to the very edge of his sanity, taunted by the surfers and feeling like everybody he meets is against him. It's an interesting concept that screenwriter Thomas Martin proposes for a low-budget film, the setting across five days not straying too far from a beach car park. But the film doesn't feel cheap and Martin's screenplay is a fascinating thought-piece into a modern masculinised culture fed by the Joe Rogans and Andrew Tates, of domination and performative brutalisation. And it also feels, as the sweat pours through Cage's orange Cheeto dust makeup, like a beautiful homage to Australian horror like the brutal Wake in Fright. There's a lot of Turkish dentistry going on in this film, I should say allegedly, with Cage and McMahon sporting fiercely white choppers that interestingly give some kind of backstory to these two international figures that find themselves squaring off on a Western Australian beach. Julian McMahon could almost be playing Patrick Swayze's Bodhi character from Point Break, a charismatic and physical surfer king leading loyal disciples. He holds focus even against Cage who is just bonkers, but good bonkers. Nobody Cages like Cage Cages. This posse of apparent bad guys who intimidate visitors with their "Don't live here, don't surf here" mantra have their own stories, and its the kind of nonsense I keep getting ads and infomercials for on my feeds. Lorcan Finnegan directs with a frenzy at times, plenty of movement to his camera, plenty of lens flare reinforcing the acid trip impression, probably just trying to keep up with Cage and hoping it all works. It does; it's the kind of film, if I had a cinema of my own, I would be programming for late late shows. It's perfect for the smoke-affected university students who stay up for these kids of things. The Surfer (MA, 103 minutes) 4 stars You wanna make a wacked-out psychotropic trip of a movie, who you gonna call? Irish filmmaker Lorcan Finnegan shot his film The Surfer in the sand dunes of Perth's beach suburbs and has none other than the kookiest of today's working actors, Nicolas Cage, in the 0lead. I'm totally here for it, as Cage's special kind of unhinged works perfectly for a film that feels like Point Break meets Wake in Fright. Cage plays a man, we don't learn his name, returned to his hometown in Australia from a lifetime living in America, just wanting to share the joys of surfing the local breaks with his teenage son (Finn Little). He has plans to buy his old family home that has come back on the market too, but one by one his plans are dashed before his eyes. A bunch of surfie thugs led by the grizzled Scally (Julian McMahon) tell the father and son that the beach is for locals only and intimidate them back to the car park, where the man's ex-wife calls to demand the son come home. Coming back to the beach later that day in his Lexus, with his work suit a little dishevelled, the man spends the afternoon on the phone to the estate agent selling his old family home (Rahel Romahn) and a finance company, trying to huckster cash to buy the house. His desperation is palpable, his dream of the beach home restoring a lost job and a broken marriage a disappearing illusion, and as the summer sun beats down, it seems there is more to lose. The surfer thugs continue to intimidate every visitor to the beach, especially an old man (Nicholas Cassim) who claims they have killed his son and dog. As days go by, the man is drawn to the very edge of his sanity, taunted by the surfers and feeling like everybody he meets is against him. It's an interesting concept that screenwriter Thomas Martin proposes for a low-budget film, the setting across five days not straying too far from a beach car park. But the film doesn't feel cheap and Martin's screenplay is a fascinating thought-piece into a modern masculinised culture fed by the Joe Rogans and Andrew Tates, of domination and performative brutalisation. And it also feels, as the sweat pours through Cage's orange Cheeto dust makeup, like a beautiful homage to Australian horror like the brutal Wake in Fright. There's a lot of Turkish dentistry going on in this film, I should say allegedly, with Cage and McMahon sporting fiercely white choppers that interestingly give some kind of backstory to these two international figures that find themselves squaring off on a Western Australian beach. Julian McMahon could almost be playing Patrick Swayze's Bodhi character from Point Break, a charismatic and physical surfer king leading loyal disciples. He holds focus even against Cage who is just bonkers, but good bonkers. Nobody Cages like Cage Cages. This posse of apparent bad guys who intimidate visitors with their "Don't live here, don't surf here" mantra have their own stories, and its the kind of nonsense I keep getting ads and infomercials for on my feeds. Lorcan Finnegan directs with a frenzy at times, plenty of movement to his camera, plenty of lens flare reinforcing the acid trip impression, probably just trying to keep up with Cage and hoping it all works. It does; it's the kind of film, if I had a cinema of my own, I would be programming for late late shows. It's perfect for the smoke-affected university students who stay up for these kids of things. The Surfer (MA, 103 minutes) 4 stars You wanna make a wacked-out psychotropic trip of a movie, who you gonna call? Irish filmmaker Lorcan Finnegan shot his film The Surfer in the sand dunes of Perth's beach suburbs and has none other than the kookiest of today's working actors, Nicolas Cage, in the 0lead. I'm totally here for it, as Cage's special kind of unhinged works perfectly for a film that feels like Point Break meets Wake in Fright. Cage plays a man, we don't learn his name, returned to his hometown in Australia from a lifetime living in America, just wanting to share the joys of surfing the local breaks with his teenage son (Finn Little). He has plans to buy his old family home that has come back on the market too, but one by one his plans are dashed before his eyes. A bunch of surfie thugs led by the grizzled Scally (Julian McMahon) tell the father and son that the beach is for locals only and intimidate them back to the car park, where the man's ex-wife calls to demand the son come home. Coming back to the beach later that day in his Lexus, with his work suit a little dishevelled, the man spends the afternoon on the phone to the estate agent selling his old family home (Rahel Romahn) and a finance company, trying to huckster cash to buy the house. His desperation is palpable, his dream of the beach home restoring a lost job and a broken marriage a disappearing illusion, and as the summer sun beats down, it seems there is more to lose. The surfer thugs continue to intimidate every visitor to the beach, especially an old man (Nicholas Cassim) who claims they have killed his son and dog. As days go by, the man is drawn to the very edge of his sanity, taunted by the surfers and feeling like everybody he meets is against him. It's an interesting concept that screenwriter Thomas Martin proposes for a low-budget film, the setting across five days not straying too far from a beach car park. But the film doesn't feel cheap and Martin's screenplay is a fascinating thought-piece into a modern masculinised culture fed by the Joe Rogans and Andrew Tates, of domination and performative brutalisation. And it also feels, as the sweat pours through Cage's orange Cheeto dust makeup, like a beautiful homage to Australian horror like the brutal Wake in Fright. There's a lot of Turkish dentistry going on in this film, I should say allegedly, with Cage and McMahon sporting fiercely white choppers that interestingly give some kind of backstory to these two international figures that find themselves squaring off on a Western Australian beach. Julian McMahon could almost be playing Patrick Swayze's Bodhi character from Point Break, a charismatic and physical surfer king leading loyal disciples. He holds focus even against Cage who is just bonkers, but good bonkers. Nobody Cages like Cage Cages. This posse of apparent bad guys who intimidate visitors with their "Don't live here, don't surf here" mantra have their own stories, and its the kind of nonsense I keep getting ads and infomercials for on my feeds. Lorcan Finnegan directs with a frenzy at times, plenty of movement to his camera, plenty of lens flare reinforcing the acid trip impression, probably just trying to keep up with Cage and hoping it all works. It does; it's the kind of film, if I had a cinema of my own, I would be programming for late late shows. It's perfect for the smoke-affected university students who stay up for these kids of things. The Surfer (MA, 103 minutes) 4 stars You wanna make a wacked-out psychotropic trip of a movie, who you gonna call? Irish filmmaker Lorcan Finnegan shot his film The Surfer in the sand dunes of Perth's beach suburbs and has none other than the kookiest of today's working actors, Nicolas Cage, in the 0lead. I'm totally here for it, as Cage's special kind of unhinged works perfectly for a film that feels like Point Break meets Wake in Fright. Cage plays a man, we don't learn his name, returned to his hometown in Australia from a lifetime living in America, just wanting to share the joys of surfing the local breaks with his teenage son (Finn Little). He has plans to buy his old family home that has come back on the market too, but one by one his plans are dashed before his eyes. A bunch of surfie thugs led by the grizzled Scally (Julian McMahon) tell the father and son that the beach is for locals only and intimidate them back to the car park, where the man's ex-wife calls to demand the son come home. Coming back to the beach later that day in his Lexus, with his work suit a little dishevelled, the man spends the afternoon on the phone to the estate agent selling his old family home (Rahel Romahn) and a finance company, trying to huckster cash to buy the house. His desperation is palpable, his dream of the beach home restoring a lost job and a broken marriage a disappearing illusion, and as the summer sun beats down, it seems there is more to lose. The surfer thugs continue to intimidate every visitor to the beach, especially an old man (Nicholas Cassim) who claims they have killed his son and dog. As days go by, the man is drawn to the very edge of his sanity, taunted by the surfers and feeling like everybody he meets is against him. It's an interesting concept that screenwriter Thomas Martin proposes for a low-budget film, the setting across five days not straying too far from a beach car park. But the film doesn't feel cheap and Martin's screenplay is a fascinating thought-piece into a modern masculinised culture fed by the Joe Rogans and Andrew Tates, of domination and performative brutalisation. And it also feels, as the sweat pours through Cage's orange Cheeto dust makeup, like a beautiful homage to Australian horror like the brutal Wake in Fright. There's a lot of Turkish dentistry going on in this film, I should say allegedly, with Cage and McMahon sporting fiercely white choppers that interestingly give some kind of backstory to these two international figures that find themselves squaring off on a Western Australian beach. Julian McMahon could almost be playing Patrick Swayze's Bodhi character from Point Break, a charismatic and physical surfer king leading loyal disciples. He holds focus even against Cage who is just bonkers, but good bonkers. Nobody Cages like Cage Cages. This posse of apparent bad guys who intimidate visitors with their "Don't live here, don't surf here" mantra have their own stories, and its the kind of nonsense I keep getting ads and infomercials for on my feeds. Lorcan Finnegan directs with a frenzy at times, plenty of movement to his camera, plenty of lens flare reinforcing the acid trip impression, probably just trying to keep up with Cage and hoping it all works. It does; it's the kind of film, if I had a cinema of my own, I would be programming for late late shows. It's perfect for the smoke-affected university students who stay up for these kids of things.
Times
08-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Times
The Surfer review — Nicolas Cage saves this pretentious thriller
Nicolas Cage's trademark Gonzo energy is the vital spark in this dense thriller, rescuing the film from its own pretensions. It's a bonkers sun-scorched psychodrama about a middle-aged beta-male divorcee trapped in a car park from hell, metres away from a paradise beach in southwest Australia. Cage's character, known only as 'the Surfer', has come to Luna Bay (actual location: Yallingup Beach) to bond with his semi-estranged son, seal a nearby property deal and reinvigorate his hollow, lonely dad existence. Unfortunately a group of local 'surf gangsters' — called the Bay Boys and led by the charismatic Scally (Nip/Tuck's Julian McMahon) — have other ideas. They ban the surfer from the beach, steal his shoes and phone, and confine him to the car
Toronto Sun
02-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Toronto Sun
Cowabunga! ‘The Surfer' is a sunbaked Cage match
Published May 02, 2025 • 4 minute read Julian McMahon and the cast of "The Surfer." MUST CREDIT: Roadside Attractions Photo by Roadside Attractions / Roadside Attractions 'The Surfer' is the kind of Nicolas Cage movie we've been getting a lot of lately – the kind that's mostly about Nicolas Cage rather than any character he's signed on to play. The Cage brand in all its gonzo dedication – the baroque line readings, the tireless work ethic, the fascinating lack of discernment in choosing projects – has become a selling point, especially to a younger generation of fans who worship his go-for-broke spark as a badge of honor and a beacon of honesty in a corrupt, corporatized entertainment culture. This advertisement has not loaded yet, but your article continues below. THIS CONTENT IS RESERVED FOR SUBSCRIBERS ONLY Subscribe now to read the latest news in your city and across Canada. Unlimited online access to articles from across Canada with one account. Get exclusive access to the Toronto Sun ePaper, an electronic replica of the print edition that you can share, download and comment on. Enjoy insights and behind-the-scenes analysis from our award-winning journalists. Support local journalists and the next generation of journalists. Daily puzzles including the New York Times Crossword. SUBSCRIBE TO UNLOCK MORE ARTICLES Subscribe now to read the latest news in your city and across Canada. Unlimited online access to articles from across Canada with one account. Get exclusive access to the Toronto Sun ePaper, an electronic replica of the print edition that you can share, download and comment on. Enjoy insights and behind-the-scenes analysis from our award-winning journalists. Support local journalists and the next generation of journalists. Daily puzzles including the New York Times Crossword. REGISTER / SIGN IN TO UNLOCK MORE ARTICLES Create an account or sign in to continue with your reading experience. Access articles from across Canada with one account. Share your thoughts and join the conversation in the comments. Enjoy additional articles per month. Get email updates from your favourite authors. THIS ARTICLE IS FREE TO READ REGISTER TO UNLOCK. Create an account or sign in to continue with your reading experience. Access articles from across Canada with one account Share your thoughts and join the conversation in the comments Enjoy additional articles per month Get email updates from your favourite authors Don't have an account? Create Account They aren't necessarily wrong, but I wonder if 'The Surfer' might be a better movie with a different lead actor – one less rewarded for catering to his own outlaw mythology. The movie's a male-meltdown special about a bourgeois prat trying to get back to his roots and instead being humiliated by a crew of beach thugs; set in Australia, it starts out in 'Straw Dogs' territory before venturing into a surreal, parodic meditation on masculine identity and Tony Robbins-style men's movement booshwah. It is, in other words, a LOT, even before you airlift Cage in like a Method-acting maraschino cherry on top. The star plays 'The Surfer' – the script by Thomas Martin doesn't give him any other name, so you know he's supposed to be, like, *iconic* – who, when the movie opens, is trying to get back to the beach in the most desperate way possible. A businessman with a failed marriage and a failed life, he's arrived at remote Luna Bay – the film was shot in Western Australia, south of Perth – to buy back his childhood home above the dunes and get in a day on the waves with his estranged teenage son (Finn Little). (Cage's American accent gets explained with a throwaway bit of dialogue that doesn't convince; wherever this character is from, it's away.) Your noon-hour look at what's happening in Toronto and beyond. By signing up you consent to receive the above newsletter from Postmedia Network Inc. Please try again This advertisement has not loaded yet, but your article continues below. 'Oy! Locals only! Don't live here, don't surf here,' father and son are warned by a hulking beach boy (Alexander Bertrand), and our hero's attempts to force the issue only bring down further wrath from the gang headed by the smooth-talking Callahan (Julian McMahon), who oozes a silky, vicious misogyny. After the son heads back home, the Surfer becomes marooned in the beach parking lot miles from anywhere, forced to sleep in his power-drained EV while his yuppie accoutrements – cellphone, watch, shoes, surfboard, pride – are stripped from him over the course of several days. Everyone seems in on the conspiracy of his unmanning: a nearby cop (Justin Rosniak), a food truck proprietor (Adam Sollis), the local real estate agent (Rahel Romahn), a lady with a dog (Nina Young), a trio of underage surf punks. By day three, the Surfer has been reduced to a gibbering wreck, and if you expect a Nicolas Cage rage tantrum to rise phoenixlike out of the character's twitching self-abasement, you do not have long to wait. I fully anticipate the frenzied phrase 'Eat the rat!' will enter the Cage lexicon just behind 'Oh, no, not the bees!' (from 2006's 'The Wicker Man') and the actor's whole-body recitation of the alphabet in 1988's 'Vampire's Kiss.' This advertisement has not loaded yet, but your article continues below. But, see, 'Vampire's Kiss' had a sense of tragedy to go with the freak show – an obnoxious but insecure young man losing himself to madness – while 'The Surfer' has a lot of ideas and not quite enough sense to go with the sensation. The director, Lorcan Finnegan, is an Irish up-and-comer in the New Horror school – his 2019 'Vivarium' won a distribution prize at Cannes – and I'm betting he has seen 1971's 'Wake in Fright,' a notorious Australian cult movie about an outback town steeped in macho devolution. That film is genuinely sweaty, weird and frightening, whereas 'The Surfer' feels overthought and underwritten, a cacophony that builds to an undeserved power chord of acceptance, transcendence and retribution. Anyway, any filmmaker casting Cage these days risks outsourcing the weird without doing the work themselves. The actor's performances can feel of a piece with coherent works of craziness like 'Mandy' (2018), 'Pig' (2021) and 'Longlegs' (2024), less so in a boilerplate studio thrill ride like 'Renfield' (2023) or the self-reverential 'The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent' (2022), in which Cage plays Cage (or the public's idea of Cage) in a movie that disappears up its own tail. In 'The Surfer,' he never seems more than a guest star hired to ride the wave of gonzo. And while his fans will get what they came for – eat the rat! – the rest of us are stuck in the undertow. – – – Ty Burr is the author of the movie recommendation newsletter Ty Burr's Watch List at – – – RATING: **1/2 Toronto & GTA Toronto Maple Leafs Canada Editorial Cartoons Ontario
