The Pitch: Grizzled, aged truffle hunter Robin (Nicolas Cage) lives a simple life in the wilds of Oregon: he exists in solitude, with no electricity, no showers, and no ambition outside of his prized truffle pig, with whom he hunts and sells the prized fungi to well-dressed Portland restaurant suppliers for a hefty price. But when his porcine pal is heartlessly stolen from him one day, he solicits the help of his snooty young buyer Amir (Alex Wolff) to take him to Portland and track the pignapper’s whereabouts.
By Clint Worthington
You Have No Value. You Don’t Even Exist Anymore: The above logline, along with Cage’s casting (and producing), sounds at first glance like some kind of shitty, low-rent Taken riff, a warmed-over DTV actioner destined to fill Redboxes ’till time immemorial. And for those who want to trust that Pig is, as I’ll explain, one of the best movies of the past few years (and maybe Cage’s career in the last few decades), without further explanation, I’ll ask that you stop reading this review and go in as cold as possible. But believe me when I say that Pig absolutely took me by surprise, and — if your heart is open, and your palate refined enough — it will for you, too.
The baby of writer/director Michael Sarnoski (making his feature directorial debut after the short-lived TV series Fight Night Legacy and Olympia), Pig soaks you in the same kind of moodily-lit culinary lyricism as Kelly Reichardt’s First Cow. He splits each of the film’s expertly-paced ninety minutes into three parts, but they may as well be courses: each “part” is prefaced by text indicating the food that we’ll be seeing (Mom’s French Toast, Wild Mushroom Tart).
Read the full July 13 Consequence of Sound review of Pig here; https://consequence.net/2021/07/pig-review-nicolas-cage-movie/
Review rating = A+