You really couldn’t ask for much more: Nic Cage escaping from Hell in a blond wig, a Satanic cult that sacrifices babies, muscle-car chases through redneck USA, slo-mo ultraviolence, Amber Heard and that title.
True, even William Fichtner’s show-stealing turn as Beelzebub’s debonair Accountant can’t stop it running out of gas.
But, 3D or 2D, there’s no beating the scene where Cage smokes a cigar, swigs whiskey and guns down thugs while remaining “intimate” with a naked waitress.
A trashy pleasure.
