Screenshot: Screen Media Films Willy’s Wonderland is a would-be cult horror movie starring Nicolas Cage. I debated about instead sneaking in a review of Cage’s (severely underrated, IMO) turn in Martin Scorsese’s Bringing Out the Dead, and seeing how long I could sustain the bit, but I finally decided that I should, you know, do my actual job. And the more I thought about it, the more I found that I had something to say about this movie. I’m certainly not going to say that Willy’s Wonderland is good, but it serves a purpose. Back in high school sometimes Friday would roll around and instead of going home or going to a sport or an activity you would instead (Especially if you were, like me, kind of an intentional loser) go to one of your friend’s houses. And maybe you’d hit blockbuster (RIP) on the way, or download some movies once you got back to their place, and you’d order a pizza or run out to Taco Bell and maybe some of you would partake of something illicit (my straight-edge self would opt out) and after talking shit about all the popular people in your school, and complaining about whichever teacher had messed up your week, and possibly after that evening’s host had an argument with a parent or a sibling, and possibly after your friends from another school joined you with their own food/illicit substance/tales of injustice, after the week had been properly dealt with, everyone would fling themselves on the floor/couch in interesting and sometimes erotic configurations and a movie like