The Predator

1.5/4

Starring: Boyd Holbrook, Olivia Munn, Trevante Rhods, Yvonne Strahovski, Jacob Tremblay

Rated R for Strong Bloody Violence, Language Throughout, and Crude Sexual References

There's only one good thing about "The Predator," a desperate attempt by a studio to keep an old franchise alive if there every was one.  That is Boyd Holbrook.  The Kentucky native has been on the list of up-and-coming actors since his career debuted a decade ago with his appearance in "Milk."  I first noticed him a few years back when I saw him in "A Walk Among the Tombstones," and his performance in the largely forgettable "Logan" showed that he had the presence and talent to make it as a movie star.  I suppose it's a compliment that he sticks out for the right reasons in a big budget would-be franchise starter, but not really.  Aside from Holbrook, this is just a noisy, bloody, incoherent waste of time.

Badass sniper Quinn McKenna (Holbrook) makes a startling discovery while on a routine mission: he finds a Predator.  It's an alien that can turn invisible, read heat signatures, and exists to hunt its pretty for sport.  After his team is knocked off, Quinn correctly intuits that the government will make up a story to hang him out to dry in order to keep the Predator's existence a secret.  As a bargaining chip, he sends the alien's armor to his home.  But when his autistic son Rory (Tremblay) finds it and gets it to work, he and his ex-wife Emily (Strahovski) are in danger.  So Quinn breaks out of a prison bus and with the help of a pretty scientist (Munn) and a gang of "colorful" prisoners, he sets off to save Rory and the world.

At least I think that's how it goes.  Plot coherence clearly isn't on director Shane Black's agenda.  He's all about blood, special effects, gun fights and blowing stuff up.  In a "Predator" movie, those elements are to be expected.  But it would have been nice to see a narrative to hang them on.  It doesn't have to be deep or sophisticated, but enough to carry us from beginning to end.  Pity that doesn't happen.

Despite having a cast of talented character actors, including the likes of Olivia Munn, Jake Busey, Alfie Allen and Thomas Jane, Holbrook is essentially tasked with holding this movie up on his own.  Had he had a decent script to work with, he probably could have done it.  But this co-stars are not up to snuff.  Olivia Munn and Yvonne Strahovski are cast solely for their looks.  Jacob Tremblay is saddled with a character whose sole defining characteristic is his autism, which is handled in such a way that borders on disrespectful.  As for his "colorful" crew?  They're boring and or annoying (with Keegan-Michael Key in the cast, you know it's going to be a trial).

There's no other way to say this: "The Predator" is a waste of time.  It's a desperate attempt to keep an old franchise in the public consciousness and a soulless cash grab.  The ending sets up a sequel, but my God, am I going to pray that it doesn't happen.

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