Even Idris Elba can’t save this monstrosity of a sequel, weighed down as it is by the incompetence of Christopher Lambert and Johnny Whitworth, the somnabulence of Ciarán Hinds and Fergus Riordan, and the sheer, unbridled, inexplicable lunacy of Nicolas Cage in the title role. The great superhero movie rewatch looks askance at Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance.
Thank goodness Elba’s in this, because he’s the only person who makes the movie in any way watchable. He’s obviously having a blast playing the freewheeling drunkard, which is good, because nobody else is having fun in this movie. But he also imbues Moreau with all kinds of passion, not just for wine and fighting, but also for his cause. The moment when he chastises Blaze and Nadya, reminding them that they were the ones who made deals with the devil, is one of the few dramatic moments that actually lands in the movie. Everyone else here is either intense (Head, Placido) or smarmy (Hinds, Whitworth) or incredibly boring (Riordan, Lambert) or looking like they’re having a fit (Cage).