Ghost Rider Spirit of Vengeance has everything what you would want in an action film. Nic Cage, a hell demon, soul sucking bike rider wielding a flaming metal chain who pisses fire, a black French priest who has a taste for a thousand year old wine and guns and a boy who is literally the son of the devil, and finally the devil himself who creates a ghoul of turning anything it touches into decay. Along with this the directors at the helm are Mark Neveldine and Brian Taylor, the masterminds behind the bat shit crazy Crank, it’s sequel along with the underrated Gamer. Right now you should be getting out of your seats and going straight to the cinema, right? Well sit back down.
The story centres on Johnny Blaze, the Ghost Rider who is called upon by a French priest to stop the devil taking possession over a young boy’s body that will allow him to use his full devil powers without straining his mortal casing. Johnny is promised that the curse of the rider will be lifted in exchange for the boy’s safe return to his mother, which begins a cross-country chase between him and the devil.
The film leaps back and forwards to being absurdly brilliant to missed opportunities by poor delivery. The introduction of the rider creates a brilliant effect of creating an foreboding presence and atmosphere when the rider is in the area, moments of silence would pass as we watch him suck the soul of his first victim, it was moments like these that would have made this film awesome, if they could have kept it constant. However, unfortunately, we never get to see that fear and intimation and it’s replaced with action sequences which in some cases are entertaining, others rather mundane, and none are really of any real greatness.
Nice Cage’s portrayal of the rider is clearly one of love but love is blind and other than some standard Cage craziness during transformations his part in the film just feels too bland. While he’s in human form we’re left wanting more of the rider and less of this aging man who we aren’t really familiar with, or really care about. It would be easy to assume that with an A class actor like Nic Cage delivering a quip after annihilating an enemy would be easy, but instead it feels too weak, too whispered.
The impact of the comics created a feeling of a thunderstorm when the rider speaks, instead what we’re giving is a voice what sounds like it’s a bit too shy but feels like he’s going to deliver the quip anyway. In fact the most entertaining part of the film arrived when the black French priest (Idris Elba) starts drunkenly gunning chanting monks, at which point we don’t see him again. It’s saying something when a drunk dude with a gun over shadows a demon with a flaming skull.
While it’s visually brilliant and leaps forwards in terms of cinematography and visual effects from the original Ghost Rider film it fails in comparison with any of the directors previous work (well, maybe not Jonah Hex). The film couldn’t manage its pacing and managed to turn something of brilliant insanity into something insanely dull. The comic series is immensely enjoyable, it’s tragic that even with a good set of directors and an actor able to play mentally psychotic characters to a tee failed to breathe life into a character who seems to be going straight to Hell.