My son and I just saw Ghost Rider. Maybe I'm a bad dad for taking a 6 year old to a late show featuring a flaming skull-head guy, but it was his idea so blame him.
I don't know what all the critics were grousing about. We thought it was cool. Flaming-skull-head guy on a hell-bike with chains, leather and destruction. The ads never promised any more than that. I read the third-rate comic a few decades ago...it was the thrash metal of 70's comics; disposable, macho, cool imagery.
I'm not a fan, or I probably would have disliked it as much as I did Superman Returns or any of the Tim Burton Batmans (characters that I am a fan of). Apparently the movie smushes bits of two different Ghost Riders together, gets everything out of sequence, confuses key characters and so on. But who cares? It's Ghost Rider, not The Dark Knight. As long as there's a flaming skull-head guy on a badass hellbike with chains, leather and stuff getting broken, then they pretty much nailed the only important parts of the comic. A Ministry-esque soundtrack and a more rumbly-sounding hog would've been appreciated but we were sufficiently entertained.
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