Nicolas Cage is... The Weather Man. A man determined to clean up the filth and the scum of the city. Criminals are the cancer, and he's the five-day forecast. You talkin' to me, cloud? But before he can start whupping cold fronts upside their upslope, he first has to get his tags renewed at the DMV.
"Damnit. What time is it? I forgot my watch...."
"Don't talk to Daddy, honey. My head is lolling on my neck. LOLLING!"
"Steve Coogan does me better."
At wit's end, Cage decides that the weather business is neither fair nor foul (see what I did there?) and decides to enlist his daughter into his archery scheme to shoot arrows at everyone he hates.
"Daddy, this movie makes me want to give up on life."
It's sad, really, because here Cage has use of a green screen but not ONCE does a sharktopus show up. I mean, what's the point??
"Someone please kill me. Please. Anyone...?"
Maybe I need to watch DRIVE ANGRY to wash away the bitters of this one. Yes?