
Film: Ghostrider
Cast: Nicholas Cage, Eva Mendes, Peter Fonda
Director: Mark Steven Johnson
Man has walked on the moon, but he still hasn’t mastered the art of walking straight after a drink too many. Likewise, the visual effects guys have succeeded in making J.R.R. Tolkein’s magical creatures seem so real, but they still can’t provide believable muscles to Nicholas Cage.
Why are we talking about Cage’s false muscles? Because there isn’t much to talk about otherwise in Ghostrider. It never was a famous comic book and its Satanic references put a lot of people off. (Many people felt it portrayed the Devil as being too weak. I agree.) Stunt rider Johnny Blaze (Cage) sold his soul to Mephistopheles (Fonda) to save his father’s life. Blaze became the top stunt rider in the world doing incredible stunts but never getting seriously hurt. Until one day, when Mephistopheles comes to hold him to his contract.
Blackheart (Wes Bentley), Mephistopheles’ son has decided to take over hell. To stop him his father calls upon Blaze to become the Ghostrider, a kind of super-skeleton who is constantly on fire. Blaze must obey his bidding, stop Blackheart, get back Roxanne (Mendes), his old girlfriend, and save his soul. Are you still confused? Don’t worry, I am, too. And I have seen the movie and read a few comics.
Nicholas Cage wears a permanent bewildered expression whenever he is on screen. Eva Mendes wears figure-hugging outfits and displays a lot of cleavage, but is surprisingly cold. Peter Fonda should have sat at home. For such a ridiculous premise coming up with a decent screenplay was tough and writer-director Johnson doesn’t prove equal to the task. The visual effects are nothing great and we already discussed Cage’s muscles.
Ghostrider is an absolute waste of time and shouldn’t appeal to anyone but the senseless, jobless and drunk, which sort of describes the crowd I was with. If you are curious to see a flaming skeleton on two wheels then go ahead. Chances are you’ll come out saying Cage’s corny dialogue, “Feels like my skull’s on fire.”
Cast: Nicholas Cage, Eva Mendes, Peter Fonda
Director: Mark Steven Johnson
Man has walked on the moon, but he still hasn’t mastered the art of walking straight after a drink too many. Likewise, the visual effects guys have succeeded in making J.R.R. Tolkein’s magical creatures seem so real, but they still can’t provide believable muscles to Nicholas Cage.
Why are we talking about Cage’s false muscles? Because there isn’t much to talk about otherwise in Ghostrider. It never was a famous comic book and its Satanic references put a lot of people off. (Many people felt it portrayed the Devil as being too weak. I agree.) Stunt rider Johnny Blaze (Cage) sold his soul to Mephistopheles (Fonda) to save his father’s life. Blaze became the top stunt rider in the world doing incredible stunts but never getting seriously hurt. Until one day, when Mephistopheles comes to hold him to his contract.
Blackheart (Wes Bentley), Mephistopheles’ son has decided to take over hell. To stop him his father calls upon Blaze to become the Ghostrider, a kind of super-skeleton who is constantly on fire. Blaze must obey his bidding, stop Blackheart, get back Roxanne (Mendes), his old girlfriend, and save his soul. Are you still confused? Don’t worry, I am, too. And I have seen the movie and read a few comics.
Nicholas Cage wears a permanent bewildered expression whenever he is on screen. Eva Mendes wears figure-hugging outfits and displays a lot of cleavage, but is surprisingly cold. Peter Fonda should have sat at home. For such a ridiculous premise coming up with a decent screenplay was tough and writer-director Johnson doesn’t prove equal to the task. The visual effects are nothing great and we already discussed Cage’s muscles.
Ghostrider is an absolute waste of time and shouldn’t appeal to anyone but the senseless, jobless and drunk, which sort of describes the crowd I was with. If you are curious to see a flaming skeleton on two wheels then go ahead. Chances are you’ll come out saying Cage’s corny dialogue, “Feels like my skull’s on fire.”
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