This time out, the action is in 3-D, which amounts to a few shots of flaming motorcycle parts comin' at ya, but little else.
Cage appears to find his role as this second-tier Marvel Comics antihero alternately silly, tremendously fun, and the means to a decent paycheck for not all that much work. Despite this, however, Cage's turns as hell's two-wheeling bounty hunter, Johnny Blaze (both here and in 2007's Ghost Rider), have been duds. Obviously, Cage is able to access that spark of inner madness so necessary to Neveldine and Taylor's similarly warped aesthetic. More recently, Cage allowed his inner drug-addled psychopath a welcome outing in Werner Herzog's 2009 mind-blower Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans. But hold on – isn't Nicolas Cage the very definition of methodical actorly insanity? This is the man who ate a live (and large) cockroach while delivering a bravura performance as a wannabe vampire suffering a total mental meltdown in 1988's Vampire's Kiss. That has a lot to do with the fact that they've apparently never found an actor as game and/or unhinged as Jason Statham to anchor their temperamentally twisted visions, as Statham did in the Crank films. The directorial duo, Neveldine and Taylor, have yet to match the sheer action-splattered lunacy of their cult-classic double header, Crank and Crank: High Voltage.
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