Okay, so full disclosure right up front. First of all, I haven't listened to the episode yet. Shut up, it's on my to-do list. Second, I've only skimmed what you guys wrote. Because you guys, goddamn, you guys.
But lemme just say this.
The Chronicles of Riddick is a bad movie. By any reasonable standard of movie goodness-or-badness, it's a bad movie. Well. By most reasonable standards. None of the actors flub their lines. The sets do not fall down or catch fire at any point that wasn't on purpose. The film is in color for its duration. And so on.
But by any standard that doesn't evaluate the film on whether all the frames play back in order and the sound is in sync, it's a bad movie.
That's thing one.
Thing two is this: I love this film. I love it for what it tries to be. It's a Conan story, for chrissakes! Change the proper nouns, and this could have been written by Robert E. Howard himself. It's low fantasy at its lowest, and it's wonderful, and I love it for that.
But more than that, I love it for the place it takes me to when I watch it. I love the smell of it. I love the art direction. The ice planet with the fingerprint topography, the Mediterranean world, the fire planet, the subterranean prison. It's imaginative, and that counts for a lot with me. No part of the movie looks like the forest five miles from downtown Vancouver. Every place in the film has a sense of place. The Necromonger ships in particular are fucking gorgeous.
So we've got a compelling story, and a setting to knock your socks clean off. What's there to complain about? Well … everything else, really. But that's just it: I don't care. The things I love about this movie I love so much that nothing else matters. I make no apologies for its shortcomings — and they are legion! — because I need no apologies. I just don't care that it's a bad movie. I love it because of what it gets right. It doesn't get much right, but goddamn, what it does get right it gets completely right.