The Predator

It’s been over thirty years since Arnold Schwarzenegger’s man vs alien action extravaganza Predator captivated audiences worldwide. Since then, the story of an invincible alien hunting humans for sport has spawned many lackluster attempts at recreating the Predator universe. Even an effort to have the Predator square off against the Xenomorphs (Alien Vs Predator) in Sigourney Weaver’s Alien franchise was an unmitigated disaster.

Enter writer/director, Shane Black. The man responsible for such timeless classics such as Lethal Weapon, The Long Kiss Goodnight, and The Last Boy Scout, was hired to infuse some much-needed life into an outdated and languishing franchise with The Predator.

Shane Black, Director

After two rival alien spaceships crash land in Mexico, American military sniper Quinn McKenna (Boyd Holbrook) stumbles upon one of the ships and fearing that no one will believe him, mails some of the alien equipment to his ex wife Emily (Yvonne Strahovski), and his young autistic son Rory (Jacob Tremblay). After Rory accidentally sets off a tracking device in one of the objects, the race is on as the government and the alien “predators” descend on suburbia to retrieve the missing equipment. It’s up to Quinn and a feeble band of military misfits to get to Rory first.

The main issue with Black’s The Predator is the tonality; it can’t quite decide whether it wants to be an action film or a comedy, and it fails miserably at both. The film is littered with cringe worthy one liners and eye rolling attempts at humor one minute, while bombarding the viewer with senseless violence and nondescript action the next. The Predator is a joyless and disappointing mess. Ardent fans of Shane Black and The Predator deserved so much better.

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By Scott Peterson