There's only one guarantee when Nicholas Cage gets behind the wheel- it's going to be one hell of a ride. Unfortunately, it isn't always guaranteed to be smooth.
If you couldn't tell from the trailer, Drive Angry is a throwback to the old grindhouse films: lots of sex, explosions, and loud music. There's plenty of all of this as Milton (Cage) breaks out of Hell to hunt down the cult that murdered his daughter and kidknapped his grandchild. Amber Heard is Piper, a waitress who decides to join Milton because... Well, it's never really explained. William Fichtner is the scene-stealing "Accountant", a hellish bounty hunter who's after Milton because... Well, it's never really explained.
Drive Angry tries too hard to achieve classic B-status and not hard enough on anything else. There are more guns in this movie than in Scarface, enough explosions to rival that of Apocalypse Now, and enough nudity to make John Waters jealous. That's all fine and dandy, but this film never goes anywhere with it. Instead it sits on all of it, tries being funny with it, and then expects the audience to love it simply because it's outrageous.
But who cares about any of that as long as stuff is blowing up in your face in 3D, right? Not really. The 3D in this film is terrible. With the expection of maybe the first minute, the 3D is just made up of cheap CGI that never feels in your face and definitely never adds any depth. If you're looking for a comparison, Jaws 3D would be appropriate.
I don't want to say that Drive Angry is void of any entertainment because then I'd be lying. It certaintly does have its moments, it's just those moments don't happen often enough.