Set in Pacific Northwest. 1983 AD. Red Miller and Mandy Bloom lead a cherishing and serene life. At the point when their pine-scented asylum is viciously devastated by a faction driven by the perverted Jeremiah Sand, Red is shot into a phantasmagoric adventure loaded up with serious retaliation.
If revenge films are a dime a dozen, then Mandy cost a bunch of dimes. The plot is straightforward but visually, aurally, symbolically, it's a heavy motion picture that may be too much for some audiences to handle.
The film is about nothing-aside, of course, from the sight of a blood-spattered Nicolas Cage gritting his teeth as he rams the sharpened knob of his ax down someone's throat.
The most disturbing part is that Mandy is alluring regardless. Every frame of its picture and every note of its score bleeds anger or sorrow, but even when it simmers with these ostensibly negative, destructive emotions, it does so melodiously.
