Nicolas Cage goes into a crazy, drug-induced descent in maybe his weirdest film, the Werner Herzog movie Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans.
Towards the end, Terence sees a gunned down enforcer's "spirit, still dancing," It's a movie that recognizes that its protagonist is a dirty cop and an addict, and not just follows his own binge but seems like a manifestation of it. Helming the picture is the esteemed Werner Herzog. Perhaps best as a documentary director (in a vast career of 31 feature-length docs and 20 narrative features), the mere premise of getting the man onboard feels like the reason that this film worked at all. It has nothing to do with it.” But he's not wrong, and it is far better to look at Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans as a sequel, or to continue the Bond analogy, a continuation. The post-Katrina New Orleans is reflective of the cop on screen, broken and dilapidated, and yet still functioning. It’s like I keep saying, ‘A James Bond film, the newest one, is not a remake of the previous one; it’s a completely different story.’ It only has a corrupt policeman as the central character and that’s about it.” Tally that up with the inclusion of a late '00s Nicolas Cage and anyone uninterested would have been right to dismiss the project as nothing more than a cash grab with a known IP for a title.