“Rebel Moon – Part Two: The Scargiver” continues to beg the question:

Will there ever be a rendition that renders the franchise indispensable? Director Zack Snyder, in his endeavor to energize his fanbase, tantalizes with promises of “R-rated” editions of his first two forays into what some might call a lackluster emulation of the sci-fi behemoth, “Star Wars.” This move echoes the arduous journey to unveil the Snyder cut of “Justice League,” a transformation that markedly elevated an initially mediocre superhero saga, setting an ominous precedent for the marketing of “Rebel Moon” as a casualty of its own release tactics.

Though barred from critiquing an unseen iteration of “Rebel Moon—Part 2: The Scargiver,” it’s doubtful that heightened violence or sensuality would salvage this dreary extension of the preceding film’s uninspired space saga. The flaws that tethered the first installment remain palpable in its sequel, notably Snyder’s indifference towards his cast’s performances and the film’s insipid visuals and dialogue. Like its predecessor, “Rebel Moon—Part 2” appears rushed, as if hastily assembled to contend with the latest “Star Wars” offering on Disney+. While Snyder’s devotees might discern value where others can’t, it doesn’t diminish the fatigue induced by this lackluster sequel.

Recapitulating the preceding narrative: a coalition of misfit rebels seemingly vanquished the Imperial Space Nazis, led by the eccentrically voiced Regent Balisarius and the imposing fascist Atticus Noble. Despite Noble’s demise in “Rebel Moon—Part 1: A Child of Fire,” the film’s conclusion hinted at his imminent return, now driven by vengeful intent against the agrarian denizens of Veldt, a serene moon reminiscent of Smallville, with its picturesque fields and rustic abodes.

Experiencing “Rebel Moon—Part 2: The Scargiver” in a theater setting might provide auditory solace, drowning out the mediocrity and conjuring illusions of grandeur. However, Netflix’s role as the producer, coupled with the proliferation of multiple cuts per installment, implies limited theatrical access, calling into question the necessity of alternate R-rated versions.

The crux of the issue with the “Rebel Moon” series isn’t its need for grandiosity or intensity to engender improvement. If the substance remains as feeble as the non-erotic segments of an excessively manufactured adult film, augmenting its elements may not yield substantial enhancement.