The Surfer

...although there should be a moral in [the plot] somewhere, the result is so risible and Cage’s performance so ridiculous that all you can do is laugh.

Cosmic philosophizing turns into something kind of like Iron John toxic masculinity with a little Dostoevsky's The Devils... Freakingly bonkers.

The film is full of recycled commentary on the dangers of hypermasculinity, but it doesn’t pretend to be something it’s not—just ride the wave, and you’ll have a good time.

The Surfer, for all its unpleasantness, offers encouraging evidence that there is still room for existential awkwardness in contemporary cinema. No better, odder man than Nicolas Cage to act that out

[The Surfer] simply relinquishes control to Cage. That’s fine. It’s always a pleasure to see him lose it.

With a committed, crazed, brilliantly calibrated performance from late-Renaissance Cage, this is a feverishly good thriller: surreal and strange and sticky.

A sneakily ambitious meditation on everything from localism to father/son relationships and how we treat those less fortunate than us.

The Surfer is sure to delight. It is an enjoyably hypnotic and morbidly funny descent into madness that provides another opportunity for Nicolas Cage to showcase his singular talents.

Not exactly sure a film trying to make us sorry for a millionaire who through his momentary Sullivan’s Travels-like ordeal discovers that if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em and their idealized machismo is one to embrace in these times.

A brilliant mind-bending thriller that keeps the audience guessing from start to finish. Cage is amazing in a role that only he could pull off.