Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. is a throwback to the action/adventure shows that I grew up with. Shows like Buck Rogers, the A-Team, The Six Million Dollar Man, or Knight Rider even.
Everything about this film is operating on all cylinders. It's funny, it's dramatic, and it never loses sight of what the audience wants from a Marvel Studios movie.
Whenever the show shifts gears and focuses on two or three characters alone in a room interacting, you can trust in the skills of the performers to make it work.
And then we're off into our new totally sincere and cynicism-free adventure, taking Riddick back to the basics in what is an action-packed showcase for Diesel.
Maybe Fright Pack isn't nearly the wallet-gouging money-grab it seems to be at first glance. Maybe it’s a way to trim the fat from the show and just grab the highlights.
The opportunity to keep the film grounded in the neo-noir stylings that make the first two-thirds of the film work so well is simply tossed out the window in an inexplicable shift in tone and attitude that does absolutely nothing positive.
