1 out of 2 people found the following comment useful :- Requiem for a Dweeb., 3 October 2008
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dunmore_ego from Los Angeles, California
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Hundreds of Aliens. One Predator. No actors.
The splash-slogans on the DVD packaging od ALIENS VS. PREDATOR: REQUIEM
scream at us louder than the Predator's roar: "More Blood More Guts
More Gore!" Pretty much guarantees a maximum rating of five cucumbers
out of ten if EVERYTHING ELSE is top-notch. Everything else is not.
Sucking never hurt so good.
Story picks up exactly where we thought it had thankfully ended in the
last movie, AVP: ALIEN VERSUS PREDATOR (2004), with a cute Alien
busting through the chest of a Predator onboard a Predator rescue ship.
Sporting Predator-like quad-jowls (therefore affectionately called
Pred-Alien by the film-makers), the little tyke quickly dispatches all
the supposedly-tough Predator warriors onboard and crash-lands the ship
back on Earth in a small town called Sequel Land. Whereupon Pred-Alien
starts laying eggs, whereupon face-huggers face-hug every human in
sight, whereupon chest-bursters emerge, and Aliens over-run Sequel
Land.
A decidedly hyper-masculine Predator from Predator Planet receives the
auto distress signal from the downed Preda-ship and takes the express
Sequel Rescue Ship to Earth (even though there was a Predator mother
ship that was just leaving Earth orbit, all those Predators apparently
too insubordinate to be stop-lossed and turned around to return the few
hundred miles to Earth) to take on this Alien who unceremoniously
capped his Predapeeps.
But think about it: if the Pred-Alien can kill Predators so efficiently
while still a tiny chest-burster, imagine her lethality level when she
grows into one of H.R. Giger's rubber suits. And only ONE Predator goes
back for the clambake? Shake out that stupid thing called Logic. Cue
pointless human interest stories... Like the last film, it's another
B-Actor hoedown, everyone conveying just enough emotion to get past the
audition for a detergent commercial. The ex-prisoner (who looks like a
model), the small-town sheriff, the dork pizza delivery guy, the
college jocks, the salubrious chick who digs the dork, but jacks the
jocks... But that's why there's "more blood, more guts, more gore!"
Distraction.
Credit where it's due: the Alien character was created by Dan O'Bannon
and Ron Shusett (ALIEN, 1979) and the Predator character was created by
Jim Thomas and John Thomas (PREDATOR, 1987) Though this movie launches
another salvo that only aids marketing synergy and recognition, I can't
help feeling a little sorry for the crafters of these once-ominous
alien beings, their legacies being smeared more heinously than the
Republicans smear men of honor and vision.
Directed by The Brothers Strause (Colin and Greg, two effects
supervisors whose best work as directors could definitely be said to be
in front of them), REQUIEM boasts many staff who worked on both
PREDATOR and ALIEN franchises; movie also retains the ominous elements
of the PREDATOR soundtrack - those tribal drums, coupled with that
eerie music.
Then Ripley turns up.
Well, not exactly. One of the human stories shows a female soldier
returning home to find her daughter is now bondedhas bonded with her
husband. Struggling to regain her daughter's trust, an Alien comes to
her rescue - as her husband is mangled by an Alien, she doesn't
hesitate: grabs the kid and hi-tails it like Jackie Onassis off the
back of that limo in Dealey Plaza - so much for "leaving no one
behind." She and the prison model rally the puny humans into fighting
back. And fail. Need more testosterone than THAT to be Ripley, honey...
Then there's a government guy who obviously works for even less than
Lance Henriksen. But kinda looks like him if you squint real hard. He's
the baddie (cos he's from The Government, see?).
As the Aliens rip into the townsfolk, who all use magical guns
(Happiness is never having to reload), the Predator, who is all alone
against hundreds of Aliens, shows he's a pretty resourceful
son-of-a-predatoress by using his gadgets and superior intellect (so
who died and made the Predators the good guys?) in attrition against
the Aliens until there remains only him and the Pred-Alien.
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Requiem for a Dweeb., 3 October 2008
Author: dunmore_ego from Los Angeles, California
*** This comment may contain spoilers ***
Hundreds of Aliens. One Predator. No actors.
The splash-slogans on the DVD packaging od ALIENS VS. PREDATOR: REQUIEM scream at us louder than the Predator's roar: "More Blood More Guts More Gore!" Pretty much guarantees a maximum rating of five cucumbers out of ten if EVERYTHING ELSE is top-notch. Everything else is not.
Sucking never hurt so good.
Story picks up exactly where we thought it had thankfully ended in the last movie, AVP: ALIEN VERSUS PREDATOR (2004), with a cute Alien busting through the chest of a Predator onboard a Predator rescue ship. Sporting Predator-like quad-jowls (therefore affectionately called Pred-Alien by the film-makers), the little tyke quickly dispatches all the supposedly-tough Predator warriors onboard and crash-lands the ship back on Earth in a small town called Sequel Land. Whereupon Pred-Alien starts laying eggs, whereupon face-huggers face-hug every human in sight, whereupon chest-bursters emerge, and Aliens over-run Sequel Land.
A decidedly hyper-masculine Predator from Predator Planet receives the auto distress signal from the downed Preda-ship and takes the express Sequel Rescue Ship to Earth (even though there was a Predator mother ship that was just leaving Earth orbit, all those Predators apparently too insubordinate to be stop-lossed and turned around to return the few hundred miles to Earth) to take on this Alien who unceremoniously capped his Predapeeps.
But think about it: if the Pred-Alien can kill Predators so efficiently while still a tiny chest-burster, imagine her lethality level when she grows into one of H.R. Giger's rubber suits. And only ONE Predator goes back for the clambake? Shake out that stupid thing called Logic. Cue pointless human interest stories... Like the last film, it's another B-Actor hoedown, everyone conveying just enough emotion to get past the audition for a detergent commercial. The ex-prisoner (who looks like a model), the small-town sheriff, the dork pizza delivery guy, the college jocks, the salubrious chick who digs the dork, but jacks the jocks... But that's why there's "more blood, more guts, more gore!" Distraction.
Credit where it's due: the Alien character was created by Dan O'Bannon and Ron Shusett (ALIEN, 1979) and the Predator character was created by Jim Thomas and John Thomas (PREDATOR, 1987) Though this movie launches another salvo that only aids marketing synergy and recognition, I can't help feeling a little sorry for the crafters of these once-ominous alien beings, their legacies being smeared more heinously than the Republicans smear men of honor and vision.
Directed by The Brothers Strause (Colin and Greg, two effects supervisors whose best work as directors could definitely be said to be in front of them), REQUIEM boasts many staff who worked on both PREDATOR and ALIEN franchises; movie also retains the ominous elements of the PREDATOR soundtrack - those tribal drums, coupled with that eerie music.
Then Ripley turns up.
Well, not exactly. One of the human stories shows a female soldier returning home to find her daughter is now bondedhas bonded with her husband. Struggling to regain her daughter's trust, an Alien comes to her rescue - as her husband is mangled by an Alien, she doesn't hesitate: grabs the kid and hi-tails it like Jackie Onassis off the back of that limo in Dealey Plaza - so much for "leaving no one behind." She and the prison model rally the puny humans into fighting back. And fail. Need more testosterone than THAT to be Ripley, honey...
Then there's a government guy who obviously works for even less than Lance Henriksen. But kinda looks like him if you squint real hard. He's the baddie (cos he's from The Government, see?).
As the Aliens rip into the townsfolk, who all use magical guns (Happiness is never having to reload), the Predator, who is all alone against hundreds of Aliens, shows he's a pretty resourceful son-of-a-predatoress by using his gadgets and superior intellect (so who died and made the Predators the good guys?) in attrition against the Aliens until there remains only him and the Pred-Alien.
Hundreds of clichés. One script. No kidding.
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