This is two movies, and everyone seems to only talk about the second one. You know, the one where a blood-spattered Nicolas Cage stares maniacally into the camera. The one with the face- and shapeless Ceno-Bikers. The one where Cage fights an outrageously phallic chainsaw battle, can't convince his own instrument to work, but manages to impale his opponent on his own, blood spraying out from under the convulsing body. The one where, in the end, Cage burns down religion…
