Riddick (2013)
I am one of those weird people who loved The Chronicles of Riddick . I thought Pitch Black was okay, but Chronicles is what sold the character, and the universe he inhabits, to me. Through the efforts of low-budget director David Twohy (whose films, like The Arrival and Terminal Velocity , I had enjoyed previously) and Vin Diesel, they scraped up what they needed to make a grand space adventure. And it failed, miserably. This was largely due to a number of cuts to make it PG-13, and a good part of the story being lost. Happily, I never saw that version. I saw the version, as Twohy and Diesel intended, once it came out on DVD. So did a number of other people, and the movie was somewhat redeemed. What both of them had in common, though, was an abrupt ending. Riddick (Diesel) had become the Lord Marshall of the Necromongers, a barbaric scourge upon the galaxy that destroys entire civilizations in their quest to find the mythical Underverse. Riddick's home planet of Furya