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Review: Ghost Rider
by D. J. Russell (Feb 2007)

            I’ve never really been one for biker movies, but I have to admit that Nicholas Cage’s latest film, Ghost Rider, makes me want to kick the training wheels off my ten-speed and just go crazy.

            Cage (National Treasure, Family Man), stars as Johnny Blaze, a young man who sells his soul to the devil to cure his father’s cancer, only to have the devil take his father’s life soon after.  When he is told that he is doomed to never find happiness in the form of friends and family, he flees his old life and his young love, Roxanne Simpson.

            Johnny Blaze has uses his new-found immortality to build himself up as a motorcycle daredevil, sailing his bike over lines of cars or helicopters with whirling blades.  He has fame and fortune, but nothing really personal to call his own.

            All of this changes when the devil tells him it is time to pay up.  Blaze is ordered to sign a 150 year-old contract that could send over a hundred souls to Hell and could cost the lives of millions of others.

            When he is reunited with his childhood love, Blaze sees it as a sign that maybe not all is bad with the world after all.  Maybe he is not the doomed individual that he has spent the last seventeen years thinking he had to be.

            Roxanne Simpson is played by the beautiful Eva Mendes (Hitch, Out of Time).  Mendes has done some great work in the past, but the closest she got to lighting up the screen in this movie was when she stood too close to the Ghost Rider.

            Cage, on the other hand, was great.  His typical portrayal of tired cynicism and dry wit lent authenticity to his character being a soul with a world of worry upon his shoulders.

            This is a good action flick.  It was a little slow starting out, but the effects and the conclusion made up for the few flaws in the movie.

            If you are into high-octane action movies, this is a must to go see while it’s at the theaters.  You may have to mortgage the house and sell off the two oldest children to pay the prices, but you’ll appreciate it far more in the theater than on dvd.  By the way, if you start humming Jim Stafford’s “Cow Patti” at some point during the movie, don’t worry about it – you’re not alone.

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