Ghost Rider, a loose adaptation of the recent Hollywood interpretation of Marvel's hero, is an exceptionally dull affair – which is surprising given that you're tasked with whipping, punching and blasting demons back to their seedy underworld den.
You see, like some devilish curse, Ghost Rider is the definition of repetitiveness: you enter an area, trigger a cut-scene detailing the creatures you're about to face, despatch them, find the checkpoint, trigger more enemies and so on, until no one but yourself is left standing. New adversaries come along but it doesn't matter whether you're fighting ghouls in a village square or demon ninjas on an industrial cargo lift – the sensation is exactly the same.
