The Nic Cage in all of us
Matt weeks ago pondered why my Nic Cage post got strong reaction. My sense was that we all hold similar dreams: envisioning awesome, knowing life is often not so and self-fulfillingly delivering less. Like Nic.
Now, thankfully, dreams and a potentially awesome-bad Cage movie are coming together in a book. From the New Yorker review of The Way Through Doors, we get the plot: "In an inversion of the Scheherazade legend, the hero of this dizzyingly circuitous novel must tell stories all night to a beautiful amnesiac, to keep her awake and alive."
Buy your popcorn … now. "His stories dissolve, unfinished, into other stories; characters — including a 'guess artist' who reads minds with a thirty-three-per-cent accuracy rate, a girl who accepts only written communications (preferably typed), and a spurned Russian empress who forces her former lover to marry 'the ugliest of women' — vanish and resurface; and reality is generally given the heave-ho."
Coming Christmas 2011. With Nic Cage as the hero, Isla Fisher as the beautiful amnesiac, Sacha Baron Cohen as the guessing artist, Maggie Gyllenhaal as the only-writing girl, Amy Sedaris as the spurned Russian empress, Nic Cage as her former lover, and Isla Fisher as the ugliest of women. (Ooo. See what we did there? We made ourselves meta!)
Update: Got a new title idea. Nicolas Cage in … Don't Forget to Live.
