“Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance” could quite possibly be the worst movie ever, with the worst actor ever and the worst excuse for 3-D effects money has ever bought.

I would love to be a fly on the wall when the executives at Columbia Pictures decided that after a five-year hiatus, they would produce a sequel to a garbage film that flopped at the box-office and with the critics, and then make it 3-D.

All I have to say is, God save comic book movies. Some of them are truly great films, but for the most part, we’re trapped watching garbage like “Green Lantern.”

“Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance” is nothing short of an awful movie. It makes me feel sad that either movie studios are that stupid or they’re under the impression that the general public is a bunch of idiots.

We’re left off with Johnny Blaze, aka the Ghost Rider (aka stupid Nicolas Cage), who has fled the United States and now resides in Eastern Europe. He is visited by a monk on a motorcycle (of course) and told that a small boy is going to be the second spawn of Satan, and he has to save him, and he should do it to lift his curse, and the world’s going to end, and it really doesn’t matter because nobody cares.

The 3-D was garbage, too. All the moments when stuff should have been flying at your face, we just got a close-up of a flaming skull or a hand. 3-D is slowly becoming a “when all else fails” tactic. If a movie really sucks and producers know it, at least it’s entertaining at a 3-D level (James Cameron’s Avatar).

The writers of this film broke a cardinal rule in comic book movies that is repeated too often: invincibility. No audience wants to watch a character that has no weakness. If he can’t get hurt, there is no problem to produce, and all stories need problems and a climax. Cage smacking people with a chain gets old after 30 seconds.

Oh, that’s right. I almost forgot the most paramount achievement of this masterpiece; the consistently astounding-to-watch, handsome and talented Nicolas Cage.

Such wonderful cinema spectacles as “Bangkok Dangerous,” “Next,” “Knowing,” “The Sorcerer’s Apprentice” and “Drive Angry 3-D” are just the tip of the iceberg for the resume that is the past decade of Nicolas Cage’s career.

What happened to Nicolas Cage? When did the Oscar-winning American-man turn to jello and start making this crap? What happened to “The Weatherman,” “Lord of War” or “Adaptation,” what I would consider some of the best movies of all time, showing some true, unimaginable talent.

He’s a joke. Cage’s ultimate creed seems to be whispering when something is deep and important, and just yelling the rest of the lines. He looks exactly the same in every movie and doesn’t change his character either.

Movie studios hang to Cage like a bottle of cheap whiskey; you want him now, but you’re going to regret it tomorrow. I used to have pity for Cage, but it has been melted by rage. Columbia Pictures really made a mistake.

Johnny Blaze sold his soul to the devil to save his father, only to be plagued with the curse as a Ghost Rider. Nicolas Cage sold his soul to the devil to save his movie career, only to lose fans in the process.