I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not the biggest fan of “Predator,” but even I think it deserves a much better sequel than this limp noodle. It feels like the movie just kind of starts, never really bothering to establish its setting particularly well or develop its characters, and expects you to catch up to it before you even know if you’re interested. The plot is forgettable to the point of distraction, as I found myself having a hard time remembering what was going on at any point because my mind wandered so often out of boredom. It’s not exactly a great sign when you can’t even be bothered to pay much attention to a movie’s narrative, and on the way to end of its excruciating nearly-two hour length, there’s a downright interminable climax that basically consists of a lot of running and yet still manages to be totally boring. You can’t even really enjoy the cast either, because lead Danny Glover looks embarrassed to be there, while co-stars like Ruben Blades and Maria Conchita Alonso barely register (and what can you say about a movie that not even Gary Busey’s unique brand of livewire energy can bring to life). The Predator design is fine I guess but it’s hard not to notice that everything looks kind of cheap, and most of the attack scenes are muddled so there’s no dramatic tension. I just don’t see why this has its fair share of supporters, but I guess that’s the beauty of subjectivity, because as far as I’m concerned this is an undercooked turkey.
Rating: ★★ (out of 5)