I was mistaken. Nimrod Antal‘s Predators (20th Century Fox, 7.9), which will be shown to critics tomorrow morning, is more than it seems (i.e., Aliens in the jungle without Ripley or Newt or Burke, and without Cameron at the helm). And the name Robert Rodriguez is not an automatic assurance of cheeseball “style over content” exploitation jizz. I don’t know what I was thinking. I need to cut back on the snarly commentary.
And…what else did I say? Oh, yeah. The cast members — Adrien Brody, Topher Grace, Laurence Fishburne, Danny Trejo, Alice Braga — are all at the peak of their fame and not sliding down the slope.
Is there a possibility that one or more of these commandos might actually spot the predators from a distance and do what they can to escape or prepare before the inevitable face-to-face? Instead of having them be suddenly surprised when the beast appears out of nowhere and leaps on top of them, which is what each and every action director does without fail? So…you know, it’ll scare people with the usual “boo!”?