Cage displays the enormous practicality of his magic by blowing out the windows of a cheap apartment building.
Why use a key when you can turn on your car just by twitching your hands?
There’s a reason for the car-sized pane of glass to be on this street corner, but I can’t figure out what it is.
In addition to wielding fire from his fingertips, Alfred Molina is also constituted entirely of cockroaches. Gross.
The most egregious misstep in a trailer full of them: a highly visible advertisement for the wretched Dance Flick.