With the all too capable Black behind the wheel, we had marginally high hopes for this film. We knew it probably wouldn’t reach the heights of the original, but we had no idea it would be this botched either…

Black’s writing — particularly his dialogue — has always been fairly sharp and clever; however, with The Predator, this sentiment couldn’t be farther from the truth. The flimsy writing is where a bulk of this bastard sequel’s problems start (and there are a lot of problems with this film).

Everything about the writing in The Predator has a very dated, juvenile feel to it, as if it were written by a very competent high schooler or college student with only a limited understanding of how things work. Scientists say things like “Fuck yeah”, and tourette’s is used as a joke to cap off scenes. Black seems to have no comprehension of how autism, PTSD or tourette’s syndrome really work, so a majority of the film never hits its mark.