Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance is easily one of the most horrifically awful movies I’ve ever seen in theaters. I was hoping for the darkly complex Ghost Rider from Marvel Knights. All that went away when I was bombarded with joke after joke. So I simply crossed my arms and stared blankly at the screen until it was over. I regret dragging my family to see it. Sure Ghost Rider was bad, but it was a fun kind of bad. The sequel is an unwatchable dumpster fire. The grittier design given to Ghost Rider was encouraging, so I looked forward to the sequel despite the MCU slowly taking over. I knew I was in trouble the moment I saw the unbearably juvenile flaming pee joke in the trailer.
Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance has cringy animated narration, fast motion editing, and the most tryhard Nicholas Cage performance you’ll ever see. Just look at the “Scraping at the door!” scene. What else would you expect from the directors of Crank. Cage is literally the only returning star. Things are set in Romania where almost nothing matches what came before. Yet it’s somehow 18% on Rotten Tomatoes worse. Johnny Blaze is tasked by an unfortunate Idris Elba warrior monk to help save what might be the devil’s son. Only this devil is Ciarán Hinds as some guy named Roarke.
The non love interest mother is a gypsy named Nadya who’s not from the comics. Her son is Danny Ketch. The second Ghost Rider in the comics who’s turned into a bratty kid. Roarke wants him for vague possession reasons that I don’t care to remember. Enlisting a mercenary that he turns into the demon Blackout. Who makes things rot instead of whatever he does in the comics. Ghost Rider has a simpler Hell Cycle, but he does turn a mining machine into fire. That’s about all since he very annoyingly stands around doing nothing most of the time. Makes me glad Marvel regained the rights. Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance should be sent back to Hell where it belongs.
Preceded by: Ghost Rider