Following the explosion in the lab, Coulson (Clark Gregg), Fitz (Iain De Caestecker), and Robbie Reyes (Gabriel Luna) find themselves out of phase with our reality and presumed dead. “Deals with Our Devils” is an interesting episode as nearly every scene is shown twice, first from the perspective of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents working the case, and second from the ghostly pals trying to figure out how to make contact. In the end it’s the combination of two of the seasons new pieces, Aida (Mallory Jansen) and the Darkhold, which are put together to get Coulson and Fitz home. However, as we see in the epilogue, just because she’s and android doesn’t mean Aida will be immune to the book’s dark influences. Has the team created an even bigger threat?
After weeks “The Good Samaritan” finally reveals the origin story for how Robbie Reyes (Gabriel Luna) became Ghost Rider. With a small cameo from the previous agent of vengeance (sorry, no Nic Cage) we witness Robbie make his deal with the Devil in mostly off-screen and completely underwhelming circumstances. It’s certainly not worth the wait. Just as disappointing is the episode’s twist make the ghostly scientist victims rather than the true evil behind the experiment (which raises all sorts of plot issues given their actions over the previous weeks). Adding to the tension is the new Director’s (Jason O’Mara) decision to try and bring Robbie and Daisy (Chloe Bennet) which puts him at odds with Coulson (Clark Gregg)… and the fate of the world.
“Let Me Stand Next to Your Fire” begins to weave the separate storylines of the show’s Fourth Season together. Daisy (Chloe Bennet) reaches out to Simmons (Elizabeth Henstridge) for help finding the leak in S.H.I.E.L.D. which is supplying the Watchdogs the locations of Inhumans. Unwilling to let her injured former teammate follow the lead on her own, Simmons joins Daisy to warn an Inhuman in a move that backfires and almost gets both women killed. Coulson (Clark Gregg) and Mack (Henry Simmons) finally meet Robbie (Gabriel Luna) who agrees to help S.H.I.E.L.D. after learning his family’s history is tied to the ghosts now loose in the world (of course it is, because in Marvel’s TV super-hero shows apparently everything has to be three-degrees of Kevin Bacon or less).
And I thought the first movie was dumb. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting much from Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance and somehow still found myself disappointed. Somehow co-directors Mark Neveldine and Brian Taylor (the brains behind the Crank films… and Jonah Hex) manage to deliver a film that’s less engaging, and arguably makes less sense, than the first trainwreck.
One of the few things Ghost Rider had going for it was the look of the Rider which the sequel completely redesigns with a pitch-black skull and constantly burning and flaking clothes (that never come close to actually burning away) that’s more distracting that anything else. But hey, here’s a film that needs all the distractions it can get.
The Rider also appears to be mildly retarded this time around as he moves around as if he’s a marionette with half of his strings cut, jerking in this direction or the next before the film is sped-up (in Crank fashion) for Ghost Rider to, most unimpressively, take vengeance on the wicked.
Fresh from our whirlwind tour of “near death”, Alan and Aaron return to the mics (along with special guest Trevan McGee) to talk about the end of Chuck! The genius of Adventure Time! The sadness of Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance! Why Justice League #5 is the distilled failure of the New 52 in one comic, and of course, our favorite (and hated) comics o’ the week. BEGIN THE LISTENINGINGING.
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I’ve been seeing these Tron-styled Marvel heroes showing up on Tumblr all day. I like the idea, though the choice of some heroes (Ghost Rider, Captain America) makes more sense than others (Thor, Spider-Man). Thanks to CoosCoos for this link gathering them all up in one spot.
The thought that kept going through my mind during Ghost Rider was – huh?
The film is a schizophrenic mess which at times appears to be a legitimate Hollywood film and then seconds later makes you think you’re watching some apathetic junior high kid’s film project.
Without a coherent tone, the film flounders through lousy acting, crummy directing, and dreadful writing. Two of these three failures can be laid at the feet of writer/director Mark Steven Johnson (Daredevil, Simon Birch). I don’t want to say the writing was awful (too easy), so instead let’s just say Johnson’s writing style makes the dialogue of George Lucas sound like Shakespeare.
And his directorial decisions, from casting to final cut are simply dreadful. Add to that some of the worst acting by an ensemble since Ed Wood made his last film and you’ve got the making of one huge train wreck. But hey, at least the guy on the bike looks cool. That’s something, right?