Ghost Riders of the Storm

It's that Nicholas Cage movie where you get to see inside his head! Literally!

Nicholas Cage goes around riding a bike. Then Mephistopheles contracts him to... ride a bike. And get into CGI fights. All in the name of... well, hang on, if Mephistopheles didn't try to get the contract, Blackheart wouldn't have after it either, so it's all his fault... (Law and the Multiverse discusses how the soul contracts work, although they don't address what damages Mephistopheles is liable for when Ghost Rider goes around setting everything on fire.)

Anyway, Cage is there, on screen, doing his thing, and being entirely believable as someone who's skull is on fire. And this comes across as two different movies. Until the end, Johnny Blaze is doing his thing, and Ghost Rider is doing his thing, and eventually the two plotlines meet up. Eve Mendes is there to show off her cleavage (seriously, woman, do some buttons up!). Sam Elliot is there to steal all the scenes Cage is in (note: not actually that hard). And Peter Fonda is there for no-one to recognise him.

I'm not the first person to say this is not a good movie. Moreover, at this point, I'm going to jump on the bandwagon that the sequel probably won't get much better.

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