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Mommy, I Want A Bike Like That!


I admit, I'm a sucker for comic book movies. I've seen X-Men 1 and 2, Fantastic Four, Daredevil, Hellboy, all three Blade movies, every Batman movie, and both Spiderman 1 and 2. I'm even hunting around for a pirated version of Initial D: The Movie, the one that has the guy from MTV's "Whatever Things" starring as Ryosuke (the movie wasn't released here). Although I found most of these films to be less than I expected, I'm still looking forward to watching the next comic book adaptation Hollywood throws my way, namely Ghost Rider. The picture of our favorite flaming skullheaded hero's bike is enough to get me all jittery, considering the movie is set to be released sometime next year.
I do have a problem with the whole storyline though. Nick Cage of "Face Off" and "Windtalkers" fame plays Johnny Blaze, who, if I remember correctly, only had a hellfire-shooting shotgun to his credit in the original Marvel Ghost Rider story. It seems the creators have combined both Johnny Blaze and the first Ghost Rider into one character, when they are, in fact completely different characters alltogether. Even the bike seems more Vengeance-esque - Vengeance being another Ghost Rider. If you're starting to get confused, just remember the Johnny Blaze, Ghost Rider, and Vengeance are three different comic book characters. In fact these three bad bikers from hell are collectively called the "Sons of Vengeance," if I'm not mistaken.
Nevertheless, you'll still find me lined up at the movies when this flick comes out. Unlike adaptations of novels, I believe comic books posess a great potential to be put into film, although I have yet to see one completely faithful to the original concept. So I keep my hopes up and still watch, if not yet for the story, then at least for the sheer eye candy of it all.
Damn, that bike really looks hot.

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