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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.

I went into “Valley Girl” (1983) thinking it was going to be a broader comedy about, well, San Fernando Valley girls (actually, “Clueless” comes closer to that space 12 years later). This is more of a by-the-book teen romance featuring class conflict between Hollywood punk hunk Nicolas Cage and suburban sweetheart Deborah Foreman (who, at 21, looked too old to be playing a high school junior). That doesn’t make it a bad movie, but the better part is its visual love letter to the neon, music and fashion of early 1980s Los Angeles. Looking back, it’s a pretty-in-pink time capsule.

For all the faults one can find with “Grand Isle” (2020), I am stunned the accents aren’t one of them. Sure, Nicolas Cage puts forth the usual half-hearted effort in the latest product from his B-movie assembly line, and the story (strange couple exposes hard-luck handyman to a deadly secret as hurricane pounds Gulf Coast) is a continuity-deprived head-scratcher. But co-stars KaDee Strickland (Cage’s wife) and Kelsey Grammer (murder investigator) consistently conjure a couple of the best Cajun accents I’ve heard in a while. For all the times you had wished Frasier would just shut up, this is not one.