Nic November ยท The press room

For immediate release

A statement

The Site Administrator has prepared a few words. He did not stop at a few.

A drawing of Nicolas Cage's face, staring straight ahead

The statement

In my own words

To the press, and to everyone holding a remote,

Nic November is every Nicolas Cage movie, in the order he made them, across the thirty nights of November. One stretch of his career per night. No skipping. No shuffling. No mercy. Nobody asked for this. Nobody is paying for this. I built it anyway, with the care other people reserve for cathedrals.

Why build it? People asked the same of a man who bought a dinosaur skull, two castles and a pyramid to be buried in. Some questions are not meant to be answered. They are meant to be honored.

His career is not a playlist. It is a pilgrimage. All of it, in order, every role given the same reverence: the Oscar, the explosions, the snakeskin jacket, the ones that went straight to video. Thirty nights, because November has thirty. I did not choose the number. The number chose me. I volunteered anyway. Loudly.

You will laugh at some of these movies. He will know. Watch them anyway. Watch them louder.

Bring a couch. Bring a blanket. Bring your whole heart.

The Site Administrator
Dictated. Not read. Signed anyway.