Dude. This had to be the scariest moment ever. I’ve gotta’ tell you though, if I was thinking about messing with the head of a celebrity I wouldn’t pick Nicholas Cage who seems only slightly saner than Charlie Sheen but less sane than Wayne Newton.
Here’s the thing. You can’t mess with Nicholas Cage’s head. It’s pre-messed. It doesn’t need your shenanigans. Even a naked man waking him up while holding a fudgsicle is probably redundant.
Anyway, here’s what happened. And it’s pretty darn scary.
For actor Nicolas Cage, making the new thriller movie “Trespass” hit close to home.
Cage, at the Toronto film festival along with director Joel Schumacher promoting the film about a home invasion, said that he has actually lived through the nightmare in real life.
“It was two in the morning. I was living in Orange County at the time and was asleep with my wife. My two-year old at the time was in another room. I opened my eyes and there was a naked man wearing my leather jacket eating a Fudgesicle in front of my bed,” he told reporters on Wednesday.
“I know it sounds funny … but it was horrifying.”
I’m not sure what’s worse -that the dude was wearing Cage’s leather jacket or he was holding a fudgsicle. Yeah, definitely the fudgsicle.
But God bless Cage because he didn’t freak out and beat the dude. He talked to him, realized the guy had mental problems, and called the cops to come help him. Cage didn’t even press charges.
Dude, if my kid were in the other room and that guy was in my house (fudgsicle or not) you could consider my freak out button pushed.
I wonder what’s a scarier moment for Cage. That incident or remembering this scene from The Wicker Man?
September 15, 2011 at 5:44 pm
Day in the life for Cage. He has been there and done that.
September 15, 2011 at 7:00 pm
I was a soldier home on leave and woke up in the middle of the night to find my left hand holding a curtain. Inside said curtain was a neck, which was attached to a man who was half in, and half out of my window. I was choking the life out of him with my left hand and found that my right hand was in the air over my head, holding the clock radio, ready to come down and smash him.
It took a while to realize all this so when I kept asking, "What the h– are you doing?" I didn't understand that he couldn't answer me. (Due to the whole choking thing.)
As I fully woke up and realized that I was about to kill him, I let up to get an explanation. I ended up letting him come all the way in the window and let him go. He was quite relieved, with his voice and legs literally shaking like a leaf, and we ended up having a really nice chat. All (mostly) a misunderstanding and, since he had no fudgesicle, I let him go on his way with a warning about letting sleeping soldiers alone.
September 16, 2011 at 1:51 am
all I keep thinking is, "Why a fudgsicle of all things?"
September 16, 2011 at 3:34 pm
The reason for a Fudgsicle should be obvious to anyone who has watched a Nic Cage movie…
They're DELICIOUS!
September 19, 2011 at 2:39 am
Its funny you post this now…after watching me watching Moonstruck for the 1st time (on my mother-in-laws suggestion). Afterwards, I leaned over to my wife and said, "You know, this was a decent movie [fornication notwithstanding]. Just think, if they had replaced Nicholas Cage with a stick, there'd be no loss…" She replied, "No, in fact, I think there'd be an improvement."
PS–it turns out Moonstruck and Raising Arizona are two of my Mother-in-laws favorites, despite the fact Cage is in them.