Cage is methodical in rebutting preconceived notions about himself.
(The day before, they filmed a car chase down the main street and the excitement still ripples through the glutinous air.) It sounds like a classic Cage role, not that he allows for the existence of such a thing. We are in a hotel in Mobile, Alabama, a small town on the Gulf Coast where he and Danny Glover are filming an action movie called Tokarev, in which Cage plays a reformed mobster reluctantly returning to his violent roots when his daughter is kidnapped. "Have a blueberry muffin," he says in that agonised drawl, and flashes a goofy grin. At 49, Cage overturns every industry standard, and there's no denying it: the result is transfixing. And, of course, there are his eyes, which, like the Woody Allen joke – "You have the most eyes I've ever seen on any person" – qualify him to play both romantic leads and psychopaths.
There is something puppety about his face. His hair, like cultivated grassland, is lush at the top and sparse at the root. To start with, the thing most often said of Nicolas Cage: he is weird-looking, with constituent parts that don't promise to add up to a movie star.
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