Tokarev

Piles on the foreign accents and paint-by-numbers brutality, all served up with a grim, operatic self-seriousness that gives Cage's antihero little room to maneuver.

Cage may not always be easy on the eyes, but at his best, you can't turn away from him, because you never really know what he'll do next. But here, the actor plays it drab and dour.

There isn't an original frame or line of dialogue in Rage.

A dull, lifeless thing even in spite of its efforts, old-school grindhouse picture-style, to put an exploitation-nihilist spin on the dad-with-action-movie-skills-on-the-rampage boilerplate ...

It's hard to say this is the worst film Nicolas Cage has ever made - there are just too many contenders to choose from. But it's near the bottom.

Rage is so full of clich, convention and just plain odd narrative choices that it can't get out of its own way.

Painstakingly generic, one only wishes it would at least reach the heights of emotion its succinct title promises, yet every turn, and even a forlornly tacky plot twist, play out like some inevitable, flaccid Ferris Wheel of schlock.

Would not have been saved by more of those over-the-top Cage moments, but it would have helped.

Generally awful and without redeeming qualities...

Sadly, Rage is generally a slog and it's not Cage's fault.