Forgetting most of The Chronicles of Riddick and preferring to be a spiritual sequel to Pitch Black, the gnarly actioner that introduced us all to antihero Richard B. Riddick (Vin Diesel), Riddick does what Riddick does best: Kill people. Killin’ ain’t your thing? It’s best to avoid Riddick, which earns its R rating.
Riddick has been tricked by some rogue Necromongers—you know, the religious cult from The Chronicles of Riddick—and marooned on a desert-like planet. He kills some nasty creatures, befriends a zebra-tiger-dog thing, and finds the one stretch of grassland amid the desolation. He also sees a giant storm on the horizon that’s going to bring with it thousands of deadly creatures, and he hatches a plot to escape from the planet by tricking bounty hunters into rescuing him.
Riddick has three distinct acts, a Diesel solo show in the first; an Agatha Christie-like dispensation of bodies in the second; and a less satisfying third. Still, it’s mostly a good action movie. Don’t think about it too much and you’ll be fine—some of the plot twists rely on the audience remembering Pitch Black, which came out 13 years ago—but when the killing starts, that’s what it’s really about, anyway.
Written and directed by David Twohy
With Vin Diesel and what may as well be lunch meat
Regal Santa Fe Stadium 14