No one will ever accuse Drive Angry of being a cerebral movie. It’s just not possible to do that. But it will be a lot of fun, with plenty of explosions, chases, and naked women to go around, often within minutes of each other. It’s true that Nic Cage movies are only good about every one time in three, but this will be one of the good ones.

Drive Angry follows John Milton (pretty much the closest thing we’re going to get to a literary reference here, the writer of Paradise Lost), a man who’s just broken out of hell in a bid to do three things: one, kill a cult leader, two, get revenge for his murdered daughter by killing the cult leader who, in turn, killed his daughter, and three, save his kidnapped granddaughter, who was kidnapped by the cult leader who killed his (Milton’s) daughter. All roads lead to this cult leader, Jonah King, who has apparently managed to find a way to bring hell to earth, a development that Satan is apparently not at all pleased with. But since the only thing he really cares about is getting Milton back in hell, Satan’s dispatched The Accountant, a demon with all the powers necessary to capture the militant escapee.

First off, this is indeed a good Nicholas Cage movie. It’s not going to be anything great, but it will keep you munching popcorn as happily as you might in summer. William Fichtner, however, steals the show as the coolly focused Accountant, because this reminds me so much of his earlier performance as a bichon frise toting detective in What’s The Worst That Could Happen?, a movie that shows what happens when you put a godawful hack like Martin Lawrence in the same room with the genius that is Danny DeVito.

Fellas, this is the time to cash in your date movie points for sitting through the godawful chick movie slop–this movie is pretty much stamped “GUY MOVIE” on every frame, especially considering that, within about the first half hour or so, Nic Cage will shoot about a dozen guys with a .45 handgun while holding a bottle of whiskey and simultaneously having sex with an attractive blonde waitress he had met only an hour before. And he does NOT take off his clothes for same.

That may well be the freakiest moment of the entire movie, until the Accountant goes driving through a cloud of police cars behind the wheel of a tanker truck of hydrogen. That will likely be freakier. No spoilers, of course, but it’s still something to see.

Okay, so it’s no one’s idea of Oscar territory. But it will be a wild, blood-dripping, gunfighting, hard-driving romp that will keep you entertained for a hundred odd minutes, and thus worth even your inflated 3D ticket prices.

The Screenhead Ten Scale gives this popcorn-muncher a seven out of ten–you’ll forget about it in a week or so, but you’ll love it while you’re there.