An Ode to Nicolas Cage, Hollywood’s Most Delightful Weirdo


By Bonnie Stiernberg In the decades I’ve spent seeing movies in theaters, I can probably count on one hand the number of times I’ve witnessed a crowd burst into applause despite knowing full well that no one affiliated with the movie was in attendance to hear. Sometimes, it was to recognize a particularly impressive performance, like in the moments after Jennifer Hudson finished belting out “And I Am Telling You I’m Not Going” during her Oscar-winning turn in Dreamgirls. Other times, it was to revel in the thrill of a beloved horror character getting a taste of vengeance, like when Laurie Stro…