Ghost Rider. Dear me, where to start?
This is a bad film. Not redeemably bad, like the second two ‘Matrix’ films, and not so bad you’re almost enjoying it out of sheer masochistic fingers-down-the-throat astonishment, like Guy Madonna’s ‘Revolver’. This film is in the same league as ‘Troy’: wooden, predictable, lazily scripted, and all the special effects in Hollywood can’t make it exciting. No story there.
Nick, you’re wasting yourself. Get back to the ‘Leaving Las Vegas’ type roles, where you actually did some acting.