In “Novocaine,” Jack Quaid dives into danger as a man with no feelings…sort of
Novocaine
Starring Jack Quaid & Amber Midthunder
Directed by Dan Berk & Robert Olsen
Rated R
In theaters Friday, March 14
When his office crush gets abducted, a young bank assistant manager sets out to rescue her. That sounds like it could be the setup for any number of flicks, but this gonzo action comedy hinges on the âordinaryâ heroâs rare genetic disorder, which prevents him from feeling pain.
We learn that Nathan Caine (Jack Quaid, from TVâs The Boys) grew up with the nickname of Novocaine, given to him by bullying schoolmates who delighted in making him their recess punching bag; they enjoyed seeing him take a lickinâ and keep on tickinâ. (P.S., Nathanâs condition is a real-world thing, CIP, or congenital insensitivity to pain, which affects a spectrum of bodily sensitivities.) On a tentative first date at a diner, he tells Sherry (Amber Midthunder) that he dares not ingest solid food (he might chew up his tongue and not know it), and his wristwatch timer is reminding him to take a bathroom break (because he doesnât get a natural âsignalâ that his bladder needs emptying).
But when the bank gets robbed and Sherry gets taken as a hostage, Nathan isnât thinking about pee breaks as he plunges into a gauntlet of pain-free heroics, encountering sneering bad guys, booby-trapped lairs, flying bullets and body-slamming brawls. I must give the movie credit for finding, ahem, creative ways to illustrate just how impervious Nathan is to pain. He gets walloped in a wide variety of ways, like the coyote in a real-life Road Runner cartoon. He breaks his thumb to slip out of handcuffs and turns a broken boneâhis own protruding tibiaâinto a lethal weapon. He has his fingernails pulled out with pliers, gets plugged with an arrow from a crossbow, almost crushed under a garage car lift, impaled with a medieval mace and calmly digs out a bullet from his arm.

But hereâs the thing. Nathan is no John Wick, no James Bond or Deadpool. He can be grievously injured, or even killedâhe just doesnât âfeelâ it, which puts him in even more peril. People with CIP wonât know spilled coffee can scald their hand, because they donât get the âOuch! That hurts!â message. That sets up the subplot, about how Nathan might not register physical discomfort, but heâs not immune from emotional distress. (The movie opens with REMâs âEverybody Hurts.â) Quaid, the son of actors Dennis Quaid and Meg Ryan, has an amiable everyman quality that squares with Nathan as an average guy, certainly no superhero, who removes the âdisâ from his âdisabilityâ and dives right into danger.
And people do get killed. The movieâs rampaging dark humor doesnât really jibe with all the blood and body goop, or when people expire via bullets or beatings.
Amber Midthunder, who has appeared in FXâs Legion and starred in The CWâs sci-fi drama Roswell, New Mexico, brings a tantalizing dash of ambiguity and vulnerability to her role as the âlove interest,â noting that weâre all scarred by something, hiding a part of ourselves until someone lets us know itâs OK to show it. Matt Walsh, from TVâs Veep, gets in a few droll quips as a sports-obsessed cop.
But mainly, Novocaine wants to show Nathan enduring an avalanche of mayhem and make audiences squeal with perverse glee seeing him rebound from every body-abusing, bone-breaking, skin-scaring whack, crunch, burn, blast and kaboom. You may think itâs all giddy popcorn fun, but for me, I didnât particularly enjoy being turned into a movie surrogate for those schoolyard bullies, who kicked Nathanâs ass repeatedly, every day, because they knew, hey, he canât feel it.
At least, in The Road Runner, when the coyote gets flattened with an anvil to the head or smushed by a bolder, well, itâs only a cartoonâwith no squishy viscera or protruding bones.
âNeil Pond



















































