Fear is fear itself. Just like Sadako’s horror lies in the face covered by long hair, the horror of the Predator lies in the invisible and intangible but unable to avoid and confront; just as the zombie is the representation of the densely packed low-end immigrants, the Predator is the helpless, cruel The "social jungle" (and perhaps more specific memories of the Vietnam War) fear "personification". Therefore, although the plot and scene of the first Predator are simple, and the vagueness and alienation of the Predator who does not know where he came, where he ends, and what he does not know, it just creates a good sense of horror.
However, the industrial model and business needs of Hollywood have ruined this IP, constantly trying to shape it, explaining the cause and effect, and making the story round and elongated. The mystery is gone, the tension is gone, and in this film, it has completely become a villain who cooperates with "superheroes", facing a group of protagonists and assistants who show off all kinds of cheap love and feelings. The hero of the corner, forced to cooperate and pretend to be cowardly and brainless, and finally the director said a cut, "Ah, ah, I'm dead", lay down and finished playing. It is estimated that the Predator squatted in the corner eating a boxed lunch, and had to scold 10,000 times in his heart, "Let Lao Tzu run so far from the aliens to be a sapiens for you, wipe."
If this IP continues in this way, it will either be finished sooner or later, or it will become a vulgar thing in the superhero platter.
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