It was marginally cool to get a glimpse of their world, but that's about it. Once the ship crashes one of the mortally injured Predators manages to send a distress call which is pi,cked up by an elder on their home world. So how is it that they could be so oblivious to the possibility that a dead comrade might be home to a gestating Alien? How is it that one Alien was able to take down the crew of a Predator ship (these guys ARE hunters, right?) so easily? For many years (was it centuries?) the Predator race had been doing this very thing. In the last film the premise was that Predators had been using Antarctica as the location for a rite of passage or training ground for Predators. Immediately I wondered just how this could happen so easily. An Alien bursts forth from the dead Predator, shortly taking out the entire crew and crashing the ship on Earth. It opens aboard a Predator ship, where a dead comrade is presumably being transported to the home world directly after the events of the last film. Within minutes of the start of the film I was bored and my mind started to wander.
#ALIEN VS PREDATOR REQUIEM MOVIE#
Honestly, I'm having a hard time coming up with ways to tell you just how depressingly awful this movie is, but I'll do my best. As first time directors, "The Brothers Strauss" (as they are referred to in the credits) are great visual effects guys. Taking on Aliens and Predator, as they take on each other, is an aid to stoicism.I didn't think it was possible, but AVP-R is worse than the previous Aliens vs Predator movie.Ībandon all hope ye who enter a movie theater that is showing Aliens vs Predator: Requiem. And there is no CND-style whingeing from the various hotties and babes in the cast when the truth about this nuclear holocaust is casually revealed to them. Suffice it to say, the elemental contest between Aliens and Predator is so massive that when the US army drops a nuclear bomb on the quarantined area where they are scrapping, this detonation is hardly noticed. Or Thomas Sangster from Love Actually versus Haley Joel Osment from The Sixth Sense. Or perhaps Keisha Castle-Hughes from Whale Rider could take on Anna Paquin from The Piano. We could have an action-horror with Keira Knightley from Atonement battling Helena Bonham Carter from A Room With a View, the delicate porcelain of their English complexions flecked with spittle and blood as their jaws extend into slavering mandibles, from which lesser rows of teeth would extend as they rampaged around the Tuscan countryside fanatically trying to kill each other. But perhaps it is time to extend this face-off principle to other kinds of cinema. Predator himself, with his conceited quasi-dreadlock hair extensions, has evidently modelled himself on 1990s football star Ruud Gullit. Or, come to think of it, perhaps it did.) (I don't remember the Alien from the first film coming out looking like John Hurt.
No, it's just a question of the aliens doing their cheeky parasitic thing actually inside Predator.
The Aliens and Predator are equally yucky, and confusingly there is a sort of cross-breed this time called the Predalien - not the result of sexual intercourse, though there's no reason not to have a bit of a Romeo-and-Juliet situation between an Alien guy and Predator girl. It's an almost Weimar-style devaluation of dramatic impact. There are moments that abjectly seek to recreate the magic of the original: Aliens jump suckingly on to people's faces and snarl up-close-and-personal at women doing some sub-Sigourney sobbing. Or, gulp, is it? The slobbering, teeth-baring, tummy-bursting Aliens and the snarling Predator from the Arnie-in-the-jungle action package have once again kicked off, this time on Planet Earth where the poor humans are not directly targeted but are nonetheless in great danger as innocent bystanders. So the eternal struggle between Aliens and Predator has more grandeur and cultural resonance this time around.Īnyway, the Latinism of the title should alert us to the frankly awe-inspiring possibility that this is their final, cataclysmic encounter.
Aliens Vs Predator has returned for Round Two, and its directors, former SFX specialists the Krause brothers, have shown in the title that they, like Mozart and Gabriel Fauré before them, are apparently exploring the "requiem" concept.
The long-standing niggle between these extra-terrestrial beasties has once again flared up, which is pretty bad news for everyone. T he world's most illogical and boring action-horror grudge-match between two dull trademarked franchise monsters is back on.
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