Everybody knows two things: 1) A movie is never as good as the literature upon which it is based, and 2) A movie's sequel never does as well as its predecessor.
It seems like the producers are going from consideration to commencement with Ghost Rider 2, which sends waves of horror rippling through every fiber of my pink mortal guts. The first Ghost Rider was mildly entertaining at best. And I'm a fan. There was no character development, it lacked a solid storyline, the plot had more holes than Blackburn, Lancashire, and I firmly believe that the only reason a copy of the screenplay cannot be obtained from the internet is because Mark Steven Johnson, who couldn't write directions out of a cardboard box, is trying to cover up his hack-and-slash job of mangling the putrid puddle of pus he'd already offered up as a screenplay.
Yeah, those are harsh words. But I believe I'm justified in my convictions. Ghost Rider could have been an epic movie of pure yes, but it wasn't. And I know that Johnson had a hand in selling the film short of its potential. A lot of people did, including the actors themselves. It was dumbed down and raped from its comic form, washed, wrung, hung to dry, and translated into a tangled jumble of CG-garbage. While I enjoy the movie for my own sick intents and purposes, I don't approve of what was done in order to bring one of the coolest Marvel legends to the masses.
Bottom line: It could have been done better. A lot better.
I dread the even bigger flop that GR2 will bring. It makes me sick just to think of it. I can't imaging fucking up GR more than it's already been fucked, but unlike most of the GR filmmakers, I've got an imagination and the things I'm seeing scare the shit out of me. Unless Johnson took a hike, had an epiphany, or learned to write those directions out of that cardboard box, my hopes are living downstairs with Satan. (Who says that if Hell gets anymore bad rep that he'll unleash Armageddon three years early.)
It seems like the producers are going from consideration to commencement with Ghost Rider 2, which sends waves of horror rippling through every fiber of my pink mortal guts. The first Ghost Rider was mildly entertaining at best. And I'm a fan. There was no character development, it lacked a solid storyline, the plot had more holes than Blackburn, Lancashire, and I firmly believe that the only reason a copy of the screenplay cannot be obtained from the internet is because Mark Steven Johnson, who couldn't write directions out of a cardboard box, is trying to cover up his hack-and-slash job of mangling the putrid puddle of pus he'd already offered up as a screenplay.
Yeah, those are harsh words. But I believe I'm justified in my convictions. Ghost Rider could have been an epic movie of pure yes, but it wasn't. And I know that Johnson had a hand in selling the film short of its potential. A lot of people did, including the actors themselves. It was dumbed down and raped from its comic form, washed, wrung, hung to dry, and translated into a tangled jumble of CG-garbage. While I enjoy the movie for my own sick intents and purposes, I don't approve of what was done in order to bring one of the coolest Marvel legends to the masses.
Bottom line: It could have been done better. A lot better.
I dread the even bigger flop that GR2 will bring. It makes me sick just to think of it. I can't imaging fucking up GR more than it's already been fucked, but unlike most of the GR filmmakers, I've got an imagination and the things I'm seeing scare the shit out of me. Unless Johnson took a hike, had an epiphany, or learned to write those directions out of that cardboard box, my hopes are living downstairs with Satan. (Who says that if Hell gets anymore bad rep that he'll unleash Armageddon three years early.)
I am: pessimistic
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