I didn’t know anything about “Willy’s Wonderland” (2021). I only saw a promotional photo of Nicolas Cage and some puppet-looking things. My jaw tensed. I stretched my index finger onto the mouse and clicked “rent.” I just didn’t know what I’d be getting myself into. As it turned out, I witnessed the kind of excellence in grindhouse cinema I hadn’t seen since “Machete.” Cage is the Man With No Name (and no voice – it entertains me to think his lack of dialogue was related to some kind of lawsuit or IRS thing) tasked with ridding a town of mechanical menace.