The Weatherman does more to show us the depressing reality that mostly resembles our shit lives than any recent tabloid pictures of Nicolas Cage ever could. There's a cold vacancy, a sort of blindness to The Weatherman's naivete that warrants nothing less than a broken family and fast food degradation. Nic Cage's David has a stream of consciousness that is more real than most of us Americans want to let on. Certainly we've all had our own tartar sauce moment at a crucial point in our lives and it makes us remember one thing: your mind is not your friend.
