Nothing to ride home about
I KNOW, I know. No use asking why the heck they made another Ghost Rider.
It’s happened, OK? Learn to live with it, and go look for something else to watch already. Of course, the sequel Ghost Rider: Spirit of
Vengeance emits such a puffy, poisonous cloud of bad- film- ish- ness that you can only hope it disperses before it makes it near the ozone layer.
No joke. Stuff this toxic could put a hole in it the size of Russia.
So what has Johnny Blaze ( Nicolas Cage, pictured) been up to since we caught up last? Well, there’s good news and there’s bad news.
The good news is that ex- stuntman Johnny – still sort- of siding with Satan after all these years so his dad won’t die – no longer holds a masters degree in Being An All- Round Jerk.
The bad news is that Mr Blaze now holds a PHD in this difficult discipline.
Johnny has been asked by a Harley- riding mystic monk ( Idris Elba) to save a gifted young kid from getting jabbed with a trident by El Diablo himself ( Ciaran Hinds).
The rest, I’m afraid to report, is a blur. That’s mainly because I had to take off my 3D glasses when the crummy effects started giving me a major headache.
A note for old Highlander fans: a brief walk- on spot by a spectacularly tattooed Christopher Lambert is the best thing happening here.