Self-exiled in Eastern Europe, Johnny Blaze teams up with drunken monk Moreau (Elba) to save a boy from the devil (Ciarán Hinds) and free himself from the curse of the Ghost Rider.
The first Ghost Rider was derided for its lack of edge — something Crank’s Mark Neveldine and Brian Taylor were meant to fix. Instead, here’s another 12A attempt at the guy whose skull periodically explodes into flame as he sucks evildoers’ souls. Nic Cage and Idris Elba both clearly have a ball, but the plot is fatally unoriginal — Cage’s Johnny Blaze teams with Elba’s priest to save a boy from Ciarán Hinds’ devil — and it’s neither as funny nor as balls-out fierce as it should be. With the directors failing to tweak their style to fit 3D and the Ghost Rider still an inchoate presence, this is less a film than a tattoo that lasts 90 minutes.
Like Ghost Rider: Low Voltage, this is a surprisingly underpowered excursion into Marvel's mad world by Neveldine and Taylor. More purgatory than hellfire.