Alien vs Predator (Review)
Faced with the task of further linking the Alien and Predator franchises, director Paul W.S. Anderson should be applauded for his efforts instead of condemned for their results. When you are building upon two historic cinematic franchises you can expect the expectations to be quite lofty. I, like so many others, rushed out to see Alien vs. Predator on opening night a few years back and left feeling as though I had fallen victim to some kind of mega-movie exploitation. The first hint of just what I was getting into was when I visited Regal Cinemas website to view showing times of the film. Alien vs. Predator had several time slots, as do all other featured films, but the rating was PG-13. Under the impression that it was impossible to take two series of rated R films and smoosh them together into a PG-13 flick, I assumed some ministerial neglect had taken place.These were the thoughts that slowly came back into my mind on Sunday night as I flipped to Alien vs. Predator, which was the featured DVD on TV all day. Not to say I didn’t enjoy the movie, I did, but I just felt that I had been duped into expecting much more than what I had received. The movie felt like a hack job. There was no depth behind the main story. In fact it could’ve actually been scrolled out on a dirty napkin in some country bar while a Hank Williams song was playing and no one would’ve been the wiser. I tend to be overly critical of films that are meant to be epic and fall short. Call me a sci-fi nerd or whatever, but I want to come out of this film with a sense of origin of one if not both of the species. This film was just so out of step to what both franchises historically have delivered. I just didn’t get it, and then at the end Paul W.S. Anderson leaves it wide open for a sequel. At this rate, I’m assuming the sequel will have a Spaceballs feel to it.