The first Ghost Rider had Nicolas Cage zooming enjoyably about the place as Johnny Blaze, a flaming demon on his mighty motorbike, collecting damned souls for Satan – his side of a bargain he once sealed with the Evil One who undertook to cure his dad's cancer. Now Blaze is back for more throbbing daemonic adventures in 3D; he briefly reminds us of the fact that he did all this for his ailing father, but just as before, his dad's subsequent existence is of absolutely zero interest. There's less engine power in this sequel, and the original's healthy, dark humour is in short supply. Hinds plays the devilish figure of Roarke, whose intense, scary face makes him look a lot like Harry Grout, the gangster-inmate in TV's Porridge. The strangest part of this film is a quick montage showing the various historic and mythic incarnations of evil: there's Idi Amin in there, and Stalin – but no Hitler, and the big ironic showstopper is a huge picture of Jerry Springer. Not exactly topical, not precisely hilarious and, presumably, not technically libellous. Time for this rider to head off into the sunset.