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.
Without the glimpses into the darkness we wouldn't get that wonderful flash of disgust and self-hatred as Will asks for a plastic sheet so he can lie in the Angel Maker's bed.
