Just so you all know, I’m developing a bit of an obsession with the Ghost Rider trailer.
Yes, I know what Slezak said. And I don’t disagree, exactly: This has all the hallmarks of an awful movie, from the director’s track record with similar material (Daredevil) to the February release date to the fact that Nic Cage is playing a flaming skeleton who rides a motorcycle. And I have zero familiarity with the comic and no fan love to carry me through.
Yet… I will see this movie. Probably on opening weekend. I will see it for the same reason I saw Reign of Fire on opening weekend: Funbadness. Too often, today’s bad movies eschew funbadness for simple badbadness. Sleek digital effects and pusillanimous recut-happy studios pave right over the idiosyncrasies that make truly great bad movies.
Thank God they didn’t get their hands on Reign, which was simply too crazily conceived to be mellowed in post. “Matthew McConaughey fights dragons in a beard.” Now there’s a pitch for you.
Ghost Rider has similar potential: Nicolas Cage, bones al fresco and en fuego, fights evil on a Hellcycle. As if that weren’t awesome enough: Peter Fonda is the devil. And Wes Bentley — remember him? — is his spawn.
(I’d also like to point out that this film also stars someone named Angry Anderson.)
I know we’ve thrown our support behind Snakes on a Plane as the so-bad-it’s-good movie of the decade. But after this much Internet attention, I fear it may have been overdesigned for camp. Ghost Rider has all the innocence of a furiously doodled orc in a Trapper Keeper margin. That’s pure.
This is a serious issue, people. Truly great bad movies are a precious resource. Think about it: What will we MST3K in 2050, when we’re all living on rafts?