Director & co-writer Shane Black seems more keen to reclaim the magic of 1987’s ‘Predator’ than tell a strong, self-contained story in itself. Whether it is enough to ensure the next chapter in the franchise is yet to be seen – depending on whether you choose to spend on a ticket for this one. Rest assured that if you're looking to revisit the testosterone-fuelled grandiosity of the 80's, this is the closest you'll get to it.

If the dismal unravelling of the film’s plot isn’t oppressive enough, its tone-deaf screenplay will dance on every last nerve. The comic relief is centred around an ex-military man’s Tourette’s syndrome. Director Black not only let his friend, a known sex offender, be a part of his film but he allowed lines like "tone down the psychosis" and "his son is retarded" to make the final cut. The Predator is a let down on so many counts that any and all redeeming factors go unnoticed while its mammoth flaws haunt your memory long after this debacle of a film is over.