Stunt motorcyclist Johnny Blaze (Nicolas Cage) unknowingly makes a deal with the devil, cursing him to become the Ghost Rider, an unholy bounty hunter who collects evil souls.
Ghost Rider is pretty close to the worst Superhero movie I have ever seen. I can’t believe this was released in theaters. The only thing keeping this production above “Made-for-TV-movie” level is the presence of Nicolas Cage. Everyone else is so incredibly horrible that comparatively, Nicolas Cage looks fit to play Shakespeare’s Hamlet. Eva Mendes’ acting is wooden and legendarily unbelievable here. Her character becomes increasingly inconsistent as the film progresses, causing me wonder if the low-cut blouses are supposed to justify her presence in the story (-in case you were wondering, no, they don’t). Any story featuring Satan (or Mephistopheles, as he’s called here) has to make some bold decisions on character interpretation, but Peter Fonda appears to be doing his best Dirty Harry impression while light-bulbs burst in his presence, (which gave me the epiphany that Clint Eastwood would be the coolest Lucifer ever).