Directed by Stephen Hopkins
Expectations: Low. I re-watched this a few years ago (right before starting SE and hated it).
On the general scale:
On the B-Movie scale:
What a difference a couple of years makes. Many times I’ve mentioned how my love of B-Movies has allowed me to sit back and enjoy many films that I would’ve never been able to before. Predator 2 is a great example as I loved it when it was new, but re-watching it just a few years ago proved trying on my patience. I bitched about how it wasn’t doing what I thought a Predator movie should do, and that they probably should have never made a sequel. But in the interest of reviewing the Predator series leading up to my eventual reviews of the two AVP films (Oh God, am I actually watching those movies?), I reluctantly put the disc in and threw all expectations out the window. C’mon, Predator 2! I’m here! Do it! Kill me now! Give me your best.
Predator 2 responded with such force and vigilance that I was shaken to my core. How could I have possibly disliked this film just a few, short years ago? It’s all thanks to starting Silver Emulsion and really exploring my love of film in its many forms that I’m now able to recapture that childhood glee of watching Danny Glover take on the baddest motherfucker this side of Jupiter. I take back every bad thing I ever said about Predator 2 in the last couple of years, because Predator 2 is pure fun.
There’s also many echoes to scenes in the original film which may or may not rub you the wrong way, depending on how uptight you are about the original. I was once that uptight guy, firmly believing that these moments were cheap and referential in a way that defamed the original, but I now see them for what they are: great fun. Writers Jim & John Thomas (who also wrote the original) play with the conventions they established, much to my enjoyment this time around. It feels like there’s not much to explore at the end of Predator (and really, there’s not), but the Thomas brothers found a great way to continue the franchise by transplanting the action into the city. Any film that once hinged on the “What is that thing?” mystery always has a tough time at creating a worthy sequel because, well, we know what that thing is already. Predator 2 goes a little more traditional action/horror, and because we’re all aware of what he’s capable of, it’s a lot of fun to watch the Predator outsmart the cops and eventually to see Glover hold his own against him. This Predator’s added abilities — and cockiness — are fun to discover, but our knowledge of the previously defined character traits inform nearly every scene to result in a very rich experience. I can’t really ask more from a sequel than that.
And if all that isn’t enough, you also get great moments like the Predator actually saying “Motherfucker,” or when Glover brakes Predator’s breathing mask and the Predator has to hold it up to his face and suck on it like an intergalactic Dennis Hopper from Blue Velvet. It’s so interesting to see how my perceptions of this one have changed: going from childhood love, to hate, and now back to the pure joy of childhood love. Predator 2 is a good thing, and it doesn’t deserve the bad rap it always seems to get. Oh, and I love Danny Glover.