Nick froze, his hand halfway to his hair. "You want me to... act? As a spy? In real life?" He let out a laugh that started as a wheeze and ended as a primal scream. "I’ve played a chemist, a treasure hunter, and a man who stole the Declaration of Independence. This? This is just Tuesday."
But then, the CIA knocked. Or rather, they cornered Nick in a bathroom. The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent (2022) ...
The lines blurred. Nick was now playing a character playing himself playing a spy. He wore a wire under a Gucci shirt that cost more than a mid-sized sedan. Every time Javi hugged him, the feedback in Nick's ear sounded like a dying whale. Nick froze, his hand halfway to his hair
"Just... the weight, Javi," Nick said, leaning into the absurdity. "The unbearable weight... of all this talent ." As a spy
Nick Cage didn’t just enter the room; he manifested within it, a whirlwind of leather fringe and existential dread. He was currently staring at a life-sized wax statue of himself from Face/Off , wondering if the wax version had better career prospects.
He landed in the water, surfaced, and looked directly into the sun. "Not the bees," he muttered with a wink to no one. "Definitely not the bees."