I’m normally content to allow everyone their opinion on a film. But Goddamn! This outpouring of admiration for Predators needs to stop. Immediately. The key thing that people are coming away most pleased with is the film’s ‘homage’ to the original. However, I contend that when easily more than half of what makes up your movie is lifted directly from its predecessor, it then ceases to be homage and shows its true colours as a mere adolescent retelling of that movie you saw when you were a kid. The only truly refreshing aspect of this movie is Laurence Fishburne’s performance, though he’s almost too wacko (goofy wacko, in fact) to be considered part of the film’s universe. Then, ten minutes after you’re thinking you’re ready to see more of that!, they kill him.
If Predator was a gorilla of a movie, Predators is a hokey ape-suit, handmade by a twelve year old.
