Predators offers an interesting collusion of talents. Producing the show and even supervising the visual effects is Robert Rodriguez, the director of El Mariachi (1993), From Dusk Till Dawn (1996), Spy Kids (2001) and sequels, Sin City (2005) et al. Rodriguez had originally written a Predator 3 script back in 1995 but this was rejected by 20th Century Fox as being too expensive. With Rodriguez’s subsequent establishment as a maverick frontline director, that idea has been revived here and Rodriguez given creative control over the series. Rodriguez hands the actual reigns to Hungarian director Nimrod Antal who made an impressive debut with the festival acclaimed Kontrol (2003) about the surreal life of Budapest train inspectors. This was enough to have Antal brought to work in the US with the Torture Porn film Vacancy (2007) and the heist film Armored (2009) where he has established himself as a promising commercial talent.

The announcement of Predators came as a left-field surprise. The series has been around so long now that one almost expects Predators to be a remake of Predator, joining the mound of remakes of 1970s/80s films – The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003), Dawn of the Dead (2004) etc. However, in the words of Robert Rodriguez and Nimrod Antal, Predators is intended as a direct sequel to Predator. They have stated that their intention was to circumvent the continuity of Predator 2 and the Alien(s) vs Predator films and present it as an original sequel. (That said, there is nothing in Predators that would not allow it to slot into the continuity of the other four films).

Having been reduced to little more than a novelty team-up in the Alien(s) vs Predator series, Predators proves that the series still has its own legs. Nimrod Antal captures one’s attention from the opening scene with the team being parachuted into the midst of a jungle, baffled as to what they are doing there – their first encounters with one another being in most cases them attempting to shoot each other up. It is a classic Philip K. Dick-type puzzle box situation with a group of strangers thrust into a baffling situation and having to trust one another to stay alive – indeed, it could almost be considered an open-air version of Cube (1997). Nimrod Antal’s hand is immediately on the button with the action and rarely ever lets up. This is the only of the Predator sequels to take its leaf from John McTiernan’s pounding style in the first film and maintain everything as an intensive bombardment of heavy artillery, brutal combat and eerie seat-edge tension. There is the odd scene that Nimrod Antal mishandles – the sword confrontation between Predator and Louis Ozawa Changchien is surprisingly wimpy – but other scenes like where Danny Trejo sits pitifully crying “help me” and they debate whether it is a trap, depart and Alice Braga shoots him out of mercy but the “help me’”s continue after he is dead are incredibly eerie.

None of the Predator films have particularly outstanding screenplays but Predators is probably the best written of these. It follows the original’s plot closely – an approximation of the scenes with the military unit going into the jungle, pursuing an unknown enemy and then finding themselves hunted by the predators; the last survivors being the male hero and a Latino woman; even a scene where the hero of the piece finally confronts the Predator while bared to the chest and covered in mud. I liked Predators for its attempts to wring something new out of the premise. The characters are well drawn and with interesting edges such that you wish they had been granted more screen time. Not to mention that the script elevates itself by even managing to quote Ernest Hemingway – which offers the intriguing possibility of an intellectual Predator film!

The biggest problem I had going into Predators is the idea of Adrien Brody Action Hero. Brody can be a good character actor – see him in roles like The Pianist (2002) and Hollywoodland (2006) – but trying to play a classic leading man hero, as in King Kong (2005), he was a wimpy disaster. It seems a hard fit trying to push a character actor like Brody into the type of role that is usually inhabited by macho men to whom the ability to speak English without mangling the vowels is of lesser a consideration than brawn, muscles and testosterone. More to the point, the persona that Brody affects most of the time is of someone weak, watery and frequently effeminate – not just on screen but in real life. He is not the most immediate actor you go to searching for toughness and brutality. To his credit, he plays with a terse tightness and holds up passably well on screen. That said, almost any of the others in the supporting cast would have forged a much stronger leading presence than Brody does. I would love to have seen the film with Danny Trejo, whose character is disposed of far too soon, in the lead. Now that would have made for a showdown with the Predator worth seeing.