I’ve gotta admit, from the beginning I was dreading this movie. All I knew about it was that it’s a period piece love story with Penelope Cruz and I braced myself for the worst. Knowing that my mom had told me repeatedly that she loved this one I figured it was going to be punishment. That’s why I decided to invite my mom over, because she’s a really sappy chick flicker and I figured I would get some great one-liners out of her.
Oh shit was I dead wrong. My sappy ass mom stoically watched this epic tale of love, war, and heart break with almost nothing to say. Meanwhile, I’m sitting next to her on the edge of my seat 1000% invested in the shenanigans of that crazy Captain Corelli and his beautiful mandolin! Boy did this backfire!
This was my 34th Cage film, and the first one where he attempts to put on a foreign dialect. I am very intentionally using the word attempts. It was pretty all over the place. In one moment he would do just fine, like saying his own name:
Then the next moment it would be a train wreck:
Cage was really representing his Italian roots in this movie, noooo stereotypes at all though. He really played it straight:
Yes, that was sarcasm.
All in all, what I thought would be a total shit movie was actually really great, and I couldn’t believe I out chick flicked my mom! That’s a proud moment for me indeed. If you want to hate on me for liking Captain Corelli’s Mandolin, you know what you can do???
Guys, real talk, do you know what my next movie is? Yes, it is an animated Christmas Carol, but there is deeper significance. It’s my 35th movie. 35/70. That’s the halfway point!! It’s really flying by!!
CAGE ON!!!!