I knew I should have stopped watching these sequels 13 years ago with Pitch Black. What was a marginally new idea at the time is now as old and ridiculous as Vin Diesels’ swimming goggles.
Riddick returns in this round to a world which no-one can seem to locate. Sat-nav is apparently not on the agenda.
He battles dogs, slugs, bad weather and a broken leg until he finally finds a ”safe haven”. In a bold move (and the only move to create a story for the movie to continue), he sends off a signal to alert anyone around him of where he is, waits for them to arrive, and plans to steal their plane when they come running.
What arrives is a Mexican team and an American team. I’m not being insensitive to ethnic diversity. This really is what happens. Short of wielding a guitar, the mexican team leader is called Santana (not kidding).
I’ll give credit where it’s due – it’s pretty entertaining in a stupid kind of way. Most of the movie is spent chasing after Riddick himself as opposed to running away from the monsters we were used to in Pitch Black. The creatures in this one only surface with rain apparently. So we here in England would be screwed.
In other news, here’s what I’m listening to and reading at the moment:
If you don’t watch Riddick, I won’t blame you. But try either of my other two recommendations and I guarantee you that you might possibly not regret it. 🙂