Carl Weathers - Carl Weathers, best known for portraying Apollo Creed in the Rocky series of films arrives at the Lakers v Clippers game at Staples Center at Staples Center - Los Angeles, California, United States - Sunday 5th April 2015
20th Century Fox had announced a 'special surprise' at Comic-Con 2013, and an all-new addition to the Predator franchise may well be the surprise
It looks like we might have yet another addition to the Predator movie franchise, with the official movie fan-page uploading a cryptic image onto their page and setting into motion a frenzy of anticipation surrounding a potential follow-up to 2010's Predators. As The Hollywood Reporter pointed out, "20th Century Fox's has promised 'a huge surprise' for its San Diego Comic-Con panel on Saturday, which is still showing up as 'TBA' in terms of details on the official Comic-Con schedule."
Could Arnold be back fighting Predators?
A surprise, yes, but a good surprise? You'd have to forgive us for being a little dubious about this. As utterly amazing the Schwarzenegger-starring 1987 film was, the Danny Glover starring 1990 follow-up wasn't nearly as good as the first and despite a promising cast and a production credit from cult movie mastermind Robert Rodriguez, 2010's Predators was frankly a disappointment, so where does this leave a follow-up to the last Predator outing? Each of the post-2000 Predator films, including the Alien vs Predator movies, were pretty weak and it would take something special for 20th Century Fox to up their game and make another memorable Predator film, but for all we know the next outing from the ultra-advanced sentient humanoid alien race could be worth writing home about.
I fall into the latter category. That's probably why I'm one of the few film journalists speaking positively about The Comebacks, a riotously hilarious spoof that pokes fun at those annoying inspiring sports dramas. (Editor's Note: Blake, you're on your own on this one. This movie is so bad it made me cry.)
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In hindsight, the first chapter of the rigorous franchise has a healthy leg-up on the rest of the films and feels uniquely homegrown in tone. It's almost basic mythology at this point: Rocky Balboa (Sylvester Stallone at the peak of his durability) works for a two-bit loan shark as freelance muscle while he trains to become a boxer and does amateur bouts for 40 bucks a pop. It's his nickname, The Italian Stallion, which catches the eye of heavyweight champion Apollo Creed (Carl Weathers) when the champ is looking for a gimmick. Creed is more of an entrepreneur than an athlete: When someone calls the gimmick "American," he quips back, "No, it's smart."
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Yet, Predator does exhibit a few morsels of potential. Given the effective atmosphere and pacing of the film, it is evident that more capable minds could have molded this thriller into an ageless, unrelenting struggle between man and beast. Unfortunately, instead of penning a daring, original plot, writers Jim Thomas and John Thomas recycle formulas from movies like Rambo and Alien. It goes without saying that Predator brings nothing new to the table, and lacks both surprise and suspense.
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Having now seen "Little Nicky," in which Adam Sandler plays the retarded son of Satan, I have formulated a hypothesis I'm calling the Sandler Theory of Exponentially Obnoxious Returns. It goes something like this:
Adam Sandler goes out of his way to make each gimmick character he plays ("Billy Madison," "Happy Gilmore") more grating than the last, just to see how far he can push it before his easily amused fan base will turn on him.
His most detestable character to date had been "The Waterboy," but that Southern-fried dope was mister congeniality compared to Nicky, the little devil that couldn't. Sandler spends this entire movie with his face screwed up in a hit-by-a-shovel grimace and speaking in a silly, raspy voice like a little kid pretending to be sick so he can stay home from school. There's no joke here. It's just Sandler's version of stretching as an actor.
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