I sold my soul to the devil to insure no sequel

Rating: 1/10 (19 February 2007)

Ghost Rider has firmly rooted itself as the worst superhero movie since 1990's "Captain America." It may be right there with "Suburban Commando" or "Once a Hero." Etc Etc. It was bad. Real bad. Almost not even funny bad. Cage's character was devoid of character development...he simply learned how to "be" the Ghost Rider, defeating million year old scriptured demons in the course of a weekend, through the power of one scene of self-combustion (not even the banality of montage) and the divine knowledge of Sam Elliot. The screenplay had holes...big holes...craters. It had cheese...lots of that too. Sam Elliot alone was a giant piece of havarti. Eva Mendes? Beautiful?: yes. But her character's significance to the overall story outside of a trite device?...the development of Cage and her's relationship?...the seeds of human interaction...the gist of it, the life, the blood, the crumbly morsel of passion and desire? What's that?, Eva Mendes says while informing her co-worker that she is in love with Johnny Blaze. Love, of course, being the choice word to cover the fact that Mendes character is 30 going on 8. Even the camera work writhed in suckosity, e.g. the extreme stare down close-ups that unveiled themselves in the final battle scene (a scene, I might add, that brings new meaning to the phrase: huh?). So all in all, a crapfest that will make millions. I can only hope that the 900 or so people that have already given this movie a 10 are either impressionable children, the easy-to-please working class (who also raved over last year's film "Sahara") or the mentally impaired. 2/19 Ryan's Reviews