Director:
David Twohy
Starring:
Vin Diesel
Alexa Davalos
Colm Feore
Thandie Newton
Karl Urban
Judi Dench
Release: 11 Jun. 04
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The
Chronicles of Riddick
BY: DAVID PERRY
Amped up to 11, the unintentionally funny popcorn film The
Chronicles of Riddick proves that sequels to in which even the biggest fans
lack much interest in resurrection are bound for disaster (look no further
than The Birds II: Lands End). Picking up where Pitch Black suitably
stopped, the character of Riddick (Diesel), badass extraordinaire, is on the
run from bounty hunters evidently temping for the same organization behind
Equilibrium. The inanities run amuck, cleansing the work of any intensity.
Instead, this just feels like an actor going running through his lines,
laconically showing off a physique to disguise his utter contempt for the
script.
What I fear is that the disguise has become the preferred persona for
Diesel, imagining it as some form of super-toned Mad Max. Instead, it’s just
boring, which is both a description of the character and the film. Segments
entirely grafted by computers feel patched on without any consuming interest
in telling the story. Like the worst of its kind, it’s an action film
existing only to blow things up, even if the explosions are only as warm as
the heaters on the iMac that made them.
It’s a ridiculous (no pun intended) film that shows most of its cards early
and just tries to at least give the audience enough to make sitting through
painfully contrived sequences between Colm Feore (oh how the great have
fallen) and Judi Dench that seem determined to turn this intergalactic pulp
fiction into the beginnings of a massive series. David Koepp, the man behind
both films, seems determined to realize his own massive, myriad sci-fi saga
like Star Wars. But this doesn’t even reach The Matrix levels of confused
ramblings towards unattained genius. Instead, he’s just got a Dune on his
hands.
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