This actor, who belongs to one of Hollywood’s most famous dynasties, is a National Treasure but in his personal life, he’s trapped in a “quiet, horrible nightmare.”
The Family Man actor, who once bought a seat on a plane for his child’s imaginary friend, is now living in a “hostile environment” created by his son’s ex-wife, who’s preventing him from meeting his four-year-old twin granddaughters.
Keep reading to learn the identity of the star whose name change was inspired by a superhero!
When this actor was only 15, he was seated in a car with his uncle, one of Hollywood’s leading filmmakers, and begged him for a chance to appear in one of his award-winning films.
“Give me a screen test, I’ll show you acting. There was just silence in the car,” said the star, who’s proudly bizarre both on and off screen.
As a 17-year-old, the actor paved his own path to stardom and earned a minor role in the 1982 hit, Fast Times at Ridgemont High, a coming-of age cult favorite.
“I was the brunt of jokes because my name was still Coppola,” says Nicholas Cage, who was born in 1962 as Nicholas Kim Coppola.
“People would not stop saying things like, ‘I love the smell of Nicolas in the morning,’ because of Apocalypse Now…and it made it hard to work and I said, ‘I don’t need this,’ and changed it to Cage,” the star explains of dropping the surname that connected him to his famous relative, Francis Ford Coppola.
Next, explaining why he chose Cage, he says, “It’s a combination of Luke Cage from Marvel comics, who was a character I liked, also named Power Man, and John Cage, the avant-garde composer. Speaks volumes about everything I’ve been up to ever since.”
His first starring role with Cage as his last name came in 1983’s Valley Girl and the anonymity he said made him feel as if he “had this weight come off my body.”
“Wow, I really can do this. And I felt liberated by that experience,” he tells Hollywood Reporter. “And you can see it in Valley Girl that I’m free. Whereas in Fast Times, or even Rumble Fish, I’m somewhat stuck,” he says, referring to his appearance in 1983’s Rumble Fish, a film directed by his uncle.
Over the next several years, Cage worked in back-to-back films, earning the reputation as one of Hollywood’s most sought-after actors.
In 1988, he earned Golden Globe nominations for Moonstruck with Cher and Honeymoon in Vegas with Sarah Jessica Parker.
It was also the same year he met actor Christina Fulton, who in December 1990 gave birth to his first son, Weston Coppola Cage, an actor who appeared as the younger version of his dad in the 2014 film Rage.
Cage, who earned an Oscar for his 1995 role in Leaving Las Vegas, also shares a son Kal-El (Superman’s birth name) born in 2005 with his third wife Alice Kim, and daughter August Francesca (born 2022) with his fifth wife, Riko Shibata.
Cage was also famously married to Patricia Arquette (1995 to 2001) and Lisa Marie Presley (2002), whom he filed for divorce only months later.
Speaking with People, The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent actor says that family comes “first and foremost.”
“There’s no version of Nick Cage in reality that doesn’t want to spend time with his children…There’s no version of Nick Cage that didn’t put family first over career,” says the star of Raising Arizona.
He adds, “I turned down Lord of the Rings and I turned down Matrix because I didn’t want to go to New Zealand for three years or Australia for three years because I needed to be home with my son Weston, that’s a fact.”
Offering evidence to that, actor Minnie Driver once said: “Was once on a plane with [Nicholas Cage] and his son and a seat had also been purchased for his son’s imaginary friend.”
Weston Coppola Cage
To this day the Adaptation star has a very tight bond with his children, and two of his grandchildren, Lucian (born 2014) and Sorin (2016), who Weston shares with his second wife.
“He can do things I dream about doing…compose music, sing, act, sculpt and cook and now he is a loving father,” Cage said of Weston, the former lead of two heavy metal bands. “To see my son with my grandson is as close to a sense of blissful completion I ever had.”
The D-Day star, 33, has been married three times and also shares twin daughters, Cyress and Venice, who were born in 2020 with his third ex-wife, Hila Arounian.
But the kids don’t know any members of their famous Hollywood family.
Following an ugly divorce in 2021, TMZ reports that Hila was granted “sole legal and physical custody of their twin daughters…with Weston getting no visitation rights.”
Explaining the distressing details, Weston’s mom Christina tells the U.S. Sun, that Hila has created a “hostile environment,” which includes “a request for a restraining order against her seeing the kids that was dismissed” in 2023.
“As a classy, respectful Hollywood family we are appalled and shocked at how Hila could do something like this. It is devastating not to see these kids. Nicolas and I haven’t been able to meet our two beautiful little granddaughters at all since they were born,” Christina says of the “smear campaign” Hila launched against her family. “We’re in a quiet, horrible nightmare. It’s insane, painful, hurtful, devastating. I have a beautiful relationship with my two little boy grandchildren and my son has a beautiful relationship with his boys.”
Christina adds, “Not meeting the girls is painful, hurtful, and shocking.”
Defending herself, Hila shares a note on Facebook, explaining that her ex cheated several times and was “weaponizing influence, wealth,” turning “the legal system against” her.
She also calls Christina a “sabotaging mother” and referring to Weston’s mental illness along with addictions, she says that Cage is an “enabling father” who “consistently hindered his progress.”
Hila does not mention anything about denying the family visitation with the twins, only that Weston’s “behavior became a physical threat to our daughters and me, as well as our emotional well-being.”
Christina reveals the Cage/Coppola family isn’t backing down: “In these trying times, our family’s resilience is tested. But we remain committed to overcoming these challenges and restoring our family’s harmony.”
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I RETURNED HOME TO FIND A BIG YELLOW SUITCASE ON MY DOORSTEP WITH A NOTE — WHEN I OPENED IT, I WENT PALE.
The weight of the shopping bags dug into my shoulders as I navigated the familiar curve of the driveway. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the manicured lawn of what was now our house – mine and Liam’s. A thrill, still fresh despite weeks of living here, fluttered in my chest. This wasn’t just another rented apartment; this was the place where we would build our future.
Liam was away in Singapore for a conference, a necessary evil that felt like an eternity despite only being three days. I missed his easy laughter, the way his hand instinctively found mine, even the clutter of his work papers on the kitchen counter. The house felt strangely silent without him, a beautiful but empty shell.
As I rounded the last bend, my breath hitched. Plunked squarely on the doorstep, a beacon of jarring color against the muted tones of the brick, sat a suitcase. Not just any suitcase, but a behemoth of sunshine yellow, the kind you’d expect a flamboyant tourist to wheel through an airport. It looked utterly out of place, abandoned and somehow menacing.
My brow furrowed. We weren’t expecting any deliveries, and Liam certainly wouldn’t own something so…loud. As I drew closer, I noticed a piece of folded paper taped to the handle. My name, “Eleanor,” was scrawled across it in handwriting I didn’t recognize. Below it, two words that sent a shiver down my spine: “Open and run.”
My heart slammed against my ribs. My first thought, sharp and cold, was danger. Had someone followed me home? Was this some kind of twisted prank? My fingers tightened around the shopping bags, the flimsy paper handles suddenly feeling inadequate as a weapon.
My rational mind screamed for me to call the police. To back away slowly and dial emergency services. But another, more insidious voice whispered in my ear – the voice of curiosity, the one that always got me into trouble. What if it was a mistake? What if it was something…else?
Taking a shaky breath, I dropped the shopping bags with a soft thud on the porch. My gaze darted around the quiet street, searching for any sign of movement, any lurking figure. Nothing. Just the gentle rustling of leaves in the afternoon breeze.
With a hesitant step, I approached the suitcase. The yellow plastic felt strangely smooth under my trembling fingers. I peeled off the note, the hurried, uneven letters amplifying the sense of urgency and dread. “Open and run.” The words echoed in my mind, a chilling command.
My hands shook as I fumbled with the latches. They sprung open with a soft click, and the heavy lid creaked upwards. I braced myself, my eyes squeezed shut for a fleeting moment, expecting…what? A bomb? Something gruesome?
Slowly, cautiously, I opened my eyes.
The first thing I noticed was the overwhelming scent of lavender and something else…something sweet and vaguely familiar. The interior of the suitcase was lined with a soft, floral fabric. And nestled within, carefully arranged, were dozens of baby clothes.
Tiny, exquisitely crafted outfits in pastel shades – soft blue rompers, delicate pink dresses, miniature knitted sweaters. There were tiny socks, smaller than my thumb, and even a pair of impossibly small booties. My breath caught in my throat.
Beneath the clothes, I saw neatly folded receiving blankets, their edges embroidered with delicate flowers. A small, plush teddy bear with one button eye missing lay nestled amongst them. And then, my gaze fell upon a small, sealed envelope tucked into a side pocket.
My hands trembled as I picked it up. My name was written on it again, this time in a neat, familiar script. Liam’s script.
Tearing it open, I unfolded the single sheet of paper. The words swam before my eyes as tears welled up.
My Dearest Eleanor,
If you’re reading this, you’ve found the big yellow surprise. I know the note might have scared you – it was a silly inside joke with my sister, who helped me with this. Please forgive the dramatic delivery!
I couldn’t wait until I got back to tell you. Eleanor, my love, we’re going to be parents.
These are just a few of the things I’ve been picking up, imagining our little one wrapped in them. I know it’s early, and there’s so much to figure out, but seeing them, holding them, made it all so real. I wanted you to have this little glimpse of our future while I’m away.
The lavender scent is from the little sachets my mum used to put in our baby clothes. I thought it would be a comforting touch.
I love you more than words can say, my Eleanor. I can’t wait to come home and celebrate this incredible news with you.
All my love,
Liam.
The letter fluttered from my numb fingers and landed softly on the pile of baby clothes. The world seemed to tilt, the late afternoon sun suddenly blindingly bright. My knees felt weak, and I sank onto the porch steps, the rough brick cool against my skin.
A wave of emotions washed over me – disbelief, shock, and then, an overwhelming surge of joy that brought tears streaming down my face. A baby. Our baby.
The bizarre yellow suitcase, the cryptic note – it all suddenly made a strange, heart-stopping kind of sense. Liam, in his excitement and perhaps a touch of his sister’s theatrical flair, had orchestrated this unexpected announcement.
The initial fear evaporated, replaced by a warmth that spread through me, chasing away the chill of the empty house. I reached into the suitcase, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric of a tiny blue onesie. A sob escaped my lips, a mixture of relief and pure, unadulterated happiness.
I picked up the little teddy bear, its missing button eye somehow endearing. Our baby. The thought echoed in my mind, a precious, unbelievable reality.
The silence of the house no longer felt empty. It felt full of possibility, of a future I hadn’t even dared to fully imagine until now. A future with Liam, and with the tiny life that was growing inside me.
I clutched the teddy bear to my chest, a silly grin spreading across my face. “Open and run,” the note had said. And in a way, it was right. I had opened the suitcase, and now, I wanted to run – straight into Liam’s arms, to share this incredible secret, to begin this new, extraordinary chapter of our lives. The big yellow suitcase, once a source of fear, now felt like a treasure chest, holding the most precious gift of all.
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