Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance (Film)
For the record, I never thought the original Ghost Rider was all that awful. It's an ideal film for those switch-off-your-brain-and-enjoy-the-ride moments we get now and again. You may even come away with a new admiration for daredevil bike riders.
Yet the hugely disappointing 'sequel', Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance, makes the first one look a likely Oscar contender.
Former stunt motorcyclist Johnny Blaze (Nicolas Cage), who sold his soul, is now exiled in eastern Europe.
One day a gun-toting monk makes him an offer he cannot refuse: protect a young boy named Danny (Fergus Riordan) from the Devil (Ciar?n Hinds), and in return, he will help him lift the Rider curse.
Directors Mark Neveldine and Brian Taylor add their hallmark adrenaline-infused filmmaking in every frame. The result: I felt too sick from the rapid-fire cuts, moving camera and ear-deafening gunfire to think clearly. It's basically filmmaking after drinking too many cans of Red Bull, and Cage definitely must have had too many: he's way over the top as the crazed vigilante.
Spirit of Vengeance is more a reboot than a sequel. You're better off going to a monster truck show. At least there you won't need those pesky 3D goggles.