It is rare for a sequel to measure up to, let alone surpass, the original.
For every Godfather II, there is a slew of disasters.
I missed the original Rider Dunas, so I cannot say for sure if the Rider Dunas II meets or exceeds the original.
But I can say that if it does, then, as is often the case, the improvement was a low bar.
The Dunas II is mediocre at best. I know I’ve worn worse flip flops, but that is as close to a compliment that I can give to the Rider Dunas’s.
Right off the bat, the name “Dunas” sets an overall oafish tone for this clunky and graceless flip flop.
The stitched “leather” strap (I now suspect cows were harmed in the making of these shoes) is way too loose and only comes into contact with my foot as it is lifted with each step.
The effect is akin to driving a poorly tuned car with a sticky throttle.
Hit the gas to drive away but are met with wait…wait…wait…go.
Wearing them it feels like my foot is on them and not in them.
Because of the sloppy and oafish construction, these true to size flip flops are as ill-fitting as if Jack Sprat were wearing his large wife’s jacket. Wearing them it feels like my foot is on them and not in them. In further service to their lummox aesthetic, the footbed is intentionally, but half-heartedly, lumpy. They look like they’ve got the mumps.
In the end, the brand name, Rider, really says it all.
These are not flip flops you’ll want to walk in.
They’re so clumsily made, oafishly styled and generally bland that if Rider goes for a trilogy the Dunas III will go straight to video.
