Department of Understating the Not-Evident

I just got finished watching Pitch Black during my lunch hour workout. It is the third or fourth time I've watched it, and I still cannot get by one thing...

(But first, the plot: settlers, pilgrims, a bounty hunter and his bounty crash-land on a desert planet that orbits three suns. One of the passengers is an "antiquities dealer" and his freight box full of wines and other spirits is still intact. While a search party is out hunting for water, all that is left to the survivors to drink is alcoholic. Concurrently all to this, chaos ensues. [No spoilers.])

...So what sticks in my craw is this: (1) they've just crashed, (2) they've just come out of cryo-sleep, (3) three suns, (4) wandering around the desert looking for water, (5) chaos, (6) nothing to drink but alcohol.

Let's face it. They're all smashed. The kids. The captain. The bounty hunter and the killer he is hauling to justice, all of them. Smashed. Tanked. Loaded. Snot-slinging drunk. Three sheets to the three winds.

But their drunken state is only alluded to once, and in a very subtle way. For a film the message of which is "When you stare too long into the abyss, the abyss stares back into you," it oddly forgets to play its winning hand.