A disbanded clan of future-shocked strangers. A demolition detour onto a deserted planet. Sweats. Tempers. And the small matter of several thousand reptilian beastoids creaking from the landscape, hungry, heartless and hunting for lunch. Been there, jumped at that. To say Pitch Black's well-worn, plot-torn, easy-to-scorn scenario sparks a sense of déjà view is a given. But, much like cult pulper Assault On Precinct 13, this supersedes its derivative B-movie roots to emerge as a craftily crafted and stylishly shot outer-spacer.
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