Predators

Six years ago, Nimród Antal broke into the international film world with Kontroll, a moral allegory about Budapest subway cops.  With Predators, Antal proves that he’s no niche director.  Not only can he deliver food for thought with a film like Kontroll, he can serve up the popcorn with an action blockbuster that’s the best Predator movie since the original Predator, made back in 1987.

In Predators, a group of military and criminal toughs (including obvious choices like Danny Trejo and surprising ones like Alice Braga, Adrien Brody, and Topher Grace) awaken to find themselves trapped in an alien world.  They’re in a Predator game preserve, and we in the audience strap ourselves in for another take on The Most Dangerous Prey.  This one delivers its share of gunfights, ‘splosions, courage, and cowardice, and it does so with élan.

First, it gets all the action movie stuff right.  The set pieces pop and the choreography makes sense.  We understand who (or what) is chasing whom (or what) where, and why.  You may not think this matters, but try sitting through The Expendables and trying to stay engaged while you have no idea what’s actually going on during the climactic battle.

Second, real actors play the action heroes.  When a director tells Adrien Brody to look mean, or angry, or hurt, or haunted, or whatever, he can actually do it.  The same goes for, oh, Lawrence Fishburne and the aforementioned Braga and Grace.

Third, it’s just plain fun.  It begins with a guy falling through the air, his pulse racing and the wind howling in his ears as he curses at his parachute to open before he runs out of sky, and it doesn’t slow down.  Sure, it takes moments to let us enjoy things like really enormous alien derelicts and  the spectacle of a yakuza dueling a predator in a field of windblown grass.  But it does so with its eye on the clock, its foot on the gas pedal, and a crazy gleam in its eye.

By the time the credits rolled, I had a gleam in mine.  Predators is the best action film I’ve seen in some time.  I can’t wait to see which genre Antal takes on next.

Planet Terror

PLANET TERROR, Robert Rodriguez’s half of the GRINDHOUSE experiment, opens with a trailer for a Danny Trejo vehicle called MACHETE. Pay no attention to the fact that there is no actual Danny Trego vehicle named MACHETE. The trailer is enough, and the trailer alone makes PLANET TERROR worth watching. What about the feature? Well, I can tell you everything you need to know about the feature by asking you how you reacted to the posters and trailer for the film. If the image of a woman in a miniskirt with a machine gun / rocket launcher / flamethrower prosthetic leg doesn’t work for you, then PLANET TERROR has nothing to offer. If, however, that’s enough to get you to queue it up, then stand by.

You gotcher zombies. You gotcher sexy nurses. You gotcher gunplay. You gotcher Monster Bruce Willis. Hell, you even gotcher Michael Biehn. If that isn’t enough to satisfy your moviegoing jones, what the hell were you doing renting a movie whose cover featured a woman in a miniskirt with a machine gun / rocket launcher / flamethrower prosthetic leg, anyway?

So, PLANET TERROR. It is what it is, and it’s a whole lotta fun. Try it with barbecue.