Maybe it’s just me, but this interview proves something I long suspected: Nicolas Cage is a national treasure. (Woof, so sorry)

Ah, the sanctity of marriage. Alive, well, and now a part of your live feed.

First Lindsay, and now no more Man Style? You are tearing me apart, Videogum!!!

You can’t go back in time to kill comments.

After a minute or so, the no-pants thing becomes old hat to me. It’s his nipple hair that I find so transfixing.

So they’ll get upset by this totally terrible idea, but Inglourious Basterds gets a free pass? Because Brad Pitt wants his Nahtzee scowlps, and then they kill Hitler (even though we know that killing Hitler is something you can’t do)? Shenanigans, Germans. Go back to doing something you’re good at, like making cars. Or sausages.

While I remain thoroughly impressed at his ability to act like some sort of clothing black hole (really, where do they go???), I must admit that I was disappointed that he didn’t attempt to shove the car up his butt. Great performers are nothing if not consistent in their act, am I right?