This movie is bad. I just want those four little words to set the groundwork of everything I have to write here. In fact, that quick phrase is so indicative of Aliens vs. Predator Requiem, that it bears being written a second time, with empashis:
This movie is BAD.
In fact, this film is so god-awful, gouge your eyes out, brain numbingly horrible that it actually damages the three far superior franchises it bears in its name (Aliens, Predator, and Aliens vs. Predator.) Where to begin with this car crash of a "film" is a tough question, but I figure the casting is as good a place as any.
It would be an innacuracy to say there are no actors in this movie. It would NOT be an innacuracy to say that their talent is next to non-existent. Throughout the entire ordeal (excuse me, "film") the most poignant visual expression born by the cast is a look of blank apathy, one that says "when the hell do I get my paycheck already?" Even when either of the two titular monsters show up and attack, the expression of dull boredom remains transfixed to their Beverly Hills 90210 faces. The dialog drizzling out of said faces is equally dull and cliché'd into oblivion, with standards so low that it makes to first AVP look like The Godfather.
I could go into detail about how abominable the writing is, but I think I just need to say one thing to get my point across: "Writers Strike." There, let's move on.
Of course, as with any movie with "vs." in it's title (minus "Kramer vs. Kramer) actual writing and acting is superfluous to action, which I'm sure many fans (myself included) were expecting at the bare minimum. Unfortunately, even at this, this vile piece of vomit falls flat on its drool ridden, mandible filled face. True, there is ONE good fight between the Predator and a bunch of Aliens in the sewers, for all the three minutes it takes up, and after that, it's right back to the crap. A few more sparsely placed, short fights occur later after that, but they're so poorly lit (a problem carried over from the first film,) and closely zoomed in that you might as well be watching two stray cats fighting over a mouse in a dark alley. For the directing Strauss bros. to claim to be "special effects wizards," you would figure the fighting would be some action packed rock-em-sock-em special effects extravaganza, but no, instead were treated with a bunch of stupid looking suitimation "fights" that are always carefully (read: badly) shot so as to not reveal the wires and cables supporting the stiffly moving monsters. It's so obvious that the studio didn't have enough scratch to afford any good CG effects or fight choreographers, so instead the audience is forced to use its imagination. I actually wouldn't mind that so much if my freaking imagination weren't already blunted by the seemingly endless and horrible human scenes. In fact, I think my cerebral cortex might be irreparably damaged!
On the upside (which, in the case of AVPR, is akin to finding the upside to Chernobyl incident) the film does have a bunch of homages to its source material, ones that may serve as points of mild relief for viewers sitting through this dreck. Sadly, that's about the only positive I can give to this movie, and let me add further that one of these "homages," one involving the predator skinning a guy, actually goes against the plot of the film and screws everything up to the point of cinematic mental retardation.
To those of you who loved the AVP comic and video game series, the future is looking very bleak. This piece of garbage has "Franchise killer" written all over it, with an ending that can only marginally serve as sequel material. My best advice to those who share the unpleasant experience of watching AVPR, break out those comics, video games, and even the first film, and let the nostalgia heal your wounds. To those who haven't seen the movie, I give the same advice I give to kids about drugs.
JUST SAY NO.
This movie is BAD.
In fact, this film is so god-awful, gouge your eyes out, brain numbingly horrible that it actually damages the three far superior franchises it bears in its name (Aliens, Predator, and Aliens vs. Predator.) Where to begin with this car crash of a "film" is a tough question, but I figure the casting is as good a place as any.
It would be an innacuracy to say there are no actors in this movie. It would NOT be an innacuracy to say that their talent is next to non-existent. Throughout the entire ordeal (excuse me, "film") the most poignant visual expression born by the cast is a look of blank apathy, one that says "when the hell do I get my paycheck already?" Even when either of the two titular monsters show up and attack, the expression of dull boredom remains transfixed to their Beverly Hills 90210 faces. The dialog drizzling out of said faces is equally dull and cliché'd into oblivion, with standards so low that it makes to first AVP look like The Godfather.
I could go into detail about how abominable the writing is, but I think I just need to say one thing to get my point across: "Writers Strike." There, let's move on.
Of course, as with any movie with "vs." in it's title (minus "Kramer vs. Kramer) actual writing and acting is superfluous to action, which I'm sure many fans (myself included) were expecting at the bare minimum. Unfortunately, even at this, this vile piece of vomit falls flat on its drool ridden, mandible filled face. True, there is ONE good fight between the Predator and a bunch of Aliens in the sewers, for all the three minutes it takes up, and after that, it's right back to the crap. A few more sparsely placed, short fights occur later after that, but they're so poorly lit (a problem carried over from the first film,) and closely zoomed in that you might as well be watching two stray cats fighting over a mouse in a dark alley. For the directing Strauss bros. to claim to be "special effects wizards," you would figure the fighting would be some action packed rock-em-sock-em special effects extravaganza, but no, instead were treated with a bunch of stupid looking suitimation "fights" that are always carefully (read: badly) shot so as to not reveal the wires and cables supporting the stiffly moving monsters. It's so obvious that the studio didn't have enough scratch to afford any good CG effects or fight choreographers, so instead the audience is forced to use its imagination. I actually wouldn't mind that so much if my freaking imagination weren't already blunted by the seemingly endless and horrible human scenes. In fact, I think my cerebral cortex might be irreparably damaged!
On the upside (which, in the case of AVPR, is akin to finding the upside to Chernobyl incident) the film does have a bunch of homages to its source material, ones that may serve as points of mild relief for viewers sitting through this dreck. Sadly, that's about the only positive I can give to this movie, and let me add further that one of these "homages," one involving the predator skinning a guy, actually goes against the plot of the film and screws everything up to the point of cinematic mental retardation.
To those of you who loved the AVP comic and video game series, the future is looking very bleak. This piece of garbage has "Franchise killer" written all over it, with an ending that can only marginally serve as sequel material. My best advice to those who share the unpleasant experience of watching AVPR, break out those comics, video games, and even the first film, and let the nostalgia heal your wounds. To those who haven't seen the movie, I give the same advice I give to kids about drugs.
JUST SAY NO.
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