Con Air (1997)
A man (Nicolas Cage) catching a plane ride home from a four year stint in prison after accidentally killing the men who tried to attack his pregnant wife finds himself on board a plane full of lifers/death row convicts who take over the plane in an elaborate attempt to gain their freedom. This movie is a perfect exercise in ridiculous excess. There’s too much of everything here. You have pretty much every recognizable character actor from the 1990s stuck on a plane playing prisoners. Seriously, M.C Gainey, Steve Buscemi, Danny Trejo, Ving Rhames, and I’m not even close to being half way through the list. Oh yeah, the guy who played Bubba in Forest Gump is here too playing pretty much the same character. Then you have the three main stars of John Malkovich, Nicolas Cage, and John Cusack. It’s pointless to critique the acting, as all three pretty much just ham it up hilariously. Nicolas Cage has perhaps the worst southern accent I’ve ever heard in this movie. Malkovich plays a character named Cyrus the Virus, who has “killed more people than cancer…” at one point a character is covered in gasoline, and yells out “CY—“ to which comes the reply “—onora” as Malkovich tosses a lit cigarette into the fumes. I love stupid movies that have the balls to just go all out, and this is just such a movie. The special effects are all practically sight gags, like a point where Cage and Malkovich are having a tense stand down when a propeller flies through the plane and goes right between them, not scathing either one. My hometown of Benton, Il doesn’t have a lot going for it, but one thing we do have is the fact that we are the original hometown of actor John Malkovich. Also, random tidbit, my wife was friends with the actor’s late mother, and of all her son’s movies she said this one was her favorite.