The setup to the hysteria that prompts the parentals to go nutzoid is also a bit hard to buy into, and nothing is ever fully explained. Although, very early into the movie and frequently throughout it's alluded that a mysterious TV static is causing the phenomena, but, aside from a few speculative news snippets, the deeper mystery is left totally untouched. It's a wafer-thin cause for a berserk outbreak, but the reason for the events isn't why we watch these types of films, is it? No, we watch these kinds of films for the chaos and carnage that ensues, and to the film's credit, there is quite a bit of that, but… Call me depraved, but as far as rated R films go, this one is pretty tame, and it seemed like it was holding back on the violence.

One thing it manages to do right is building up towards the quality Cage freak outs, which we ALL came to see. They keep a tight muzzle on him until about the 40 minute mark. Then, they let him loose, and we're met with a few quality venom-spitting tirades, things about "dildo to ass," "anal beads," and his "Blue Bonnet butter waistline." Oh, and let's not forget: his demented and deranged rendition of "The Hokey Pokey," which feels suspiciously similar to the infamous filing and alphabetization rant in Vampire's Kiss in that it just keeps going. Despite the film's evident pratfalls, a few quality nuggets of Cage lunacy manage to steer this overly amped mess into the more enjoyable end of the spectrum. Blair adds some quality flair herself and carries the weight of the first half of the film, but make no mistake, this is the Nicolas Cage show, and the movie is his from the second half onward.