Yesterday, was standing outside Village East debating whether to kill two blisteringly hot hours watching Predators. This gentleman was unsuccessfully trying to convince a friend that it'd be worth his $13: “Look, man, it's Robert Rodriguez. He directed Desperado. It's not going to have any heavy emotional undercurrents or anything, but it'll be fun. Okay, fine, do your thing.”
He should have tried the opposite tack: “Look, man, it's a film that uses a malevolent alien species to expose the barbarity of humanity -- so yeah, it has the heavy emotional undercurrent you're looking for. It also has Oscar-winning actor Adrien Brody in it, so you know it's good.”
And aside from the IDF sniper character somehow knowing all about the ill-fated, Schwarzenegger-led American operation in Guatemala and inexplicably keeping that information to herself, it kind of was. If Adrien Brody doesn't become the next thinking-man's action hero, may a fish-faced interstellar deathstalker rip out my spine and skull in one primordially triumphant motion.
(some people eventually showed up -- not a lot of people, but some)
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