Not only should DMX not be allowed to act but he also shouldn’t be allowed to rap on commentary tracks.
As with so much of this muddled remake’s societal critique, the film’s satire is sloppy and vague.
Its beauty and grace is its unparalleled ability to capture the idiosyncratic rhythm and cadence of everyday dialogue.
David Twohy’s mega-budgeted The Chronicles of Riddick is an extravagant orgy of used sci-fi parts.
The film is too beholden to action-movie requirements to successfully wrap its snow-and-sleet battered head around general geopolitical issues.
While it never approaches the stratospheric badness of Exorcist II: The Heretic, Renny Harlin’s lemon does its damndest to heap more dirt on the franchise’s grave.
If your penis is really, really big, then talk to director Donald Petrie, who will go to great lengths to digitally remove it.