Director Shane Black’s hyper-violent and jarringly comedic reboot of Arnold Schwarzenegger’s ‘80s action classic feels stuck in the past.

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.

There’s little to recommend in this hackneyed reboot…

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.