Excerpt: a muddle of a script that seems to have been constructed from the cinematic equivalent of baling wire and chewing gum. The cut-rate, generic chewing gum. The kind that doesn’t really hold its snap.
Excerpt: As the latest entry in the series written and directed by Shane Black, The Predator crash lands with a spectacular dud instead of reigniting a fiery enthusiasm for the franchise, a massive misfire that’s ultimately sleep-inducing and a chore to sit through.
Excerpt: Black’s delight in the gallows’ humour of both soldiers and families is the connecting thread here, exploring the way both groups are defined by a mixture of indulgence and tedium, the affectation of brusque discourtesy and an entirely earnest openness to each-other’s problems and sense of mutual care.
Excerpt: Garbage. A bad excuse for a movie, even for the pulpy disposable popcorn nonsense it wants to be. Incoherent and illogical, cheap and shoddy. Wannabe sci-fi action horror that can’t pull off any of it.
Excerpt: Shane Black exchanges Ahhnold, suspense, and horror for an embarrassing mess. The goofy family drama, the busload of psych cases that could, and Olivia Munn as an ass-kicking evolutionary biologist may make you feel shame for ever liking the original.
Excerpt: I’ll call it a missed opportunity since the stuff you come to see a Predator movie for is all here. Black has [simply] never seemed like someone who needed cheap tricks to earn an honest smile.