Let’s make no bones about it: “Aliens vs. Predator: Requiem” is a full-on, balls-to-the-walls Italian splatter movie masquerading as a moderately-budgeted American studio picture. It’s astonishing just how nasty and mean-spirited this one really is: It’s like co-directors Colin Crause and Greg Crause couldn’t wait to paint the walls red the minute they were offered the job, and boy do they deliver. Overall the movie isn’t as interested in furthering the internal mythologies of the two respective universes as much as it wants you to feel like you’re actually playing a video game (which is perfectly appropriate, given its roots). Its interest in its own characters is only to establish a pecking order for its coterie of brutal ways to dispatch those pesky humans in the most violent, visceral ways imaginable. There are definitely a few times where it goes way, way too far (both of them include pregnant women, so… be warned), and it makes me wish those fragments weren’t there because the rest of it is just so delightfully excessive. It’s pure B-movie trash all dressed up for the prom so it looks like a million bucks, for the most part; there are a few moments here and there that are too dimly lit to be particularly clear, but it doesn’t take much away from the experience. This is likely the movie most “Predator” fans were expecting from an “AVP” adaptation, with battles between the Predators and the Xenomorphs galore, limbs and viscera (both human and otherwise) splayed everywhere, and a gallows sense of humor not unlike 2006’s “Black Christmas.” It’s woefully inappropriate and wildly transgressive… which is part of what makes it thrilling to watch.
Rating: ★★★ (out of 5)