AVP: Audience Versus Padding

Rating: 4/10 (2 September 2005)

The question is not whether an "Alien" can overcome a "Predator" (ignorant semantics, as the two non-human species in this film are both "aliens" AND "predators"); the real battle is pitting the movie's Audience against its interminable Padding scenes. Can  we  survive? With my leg bloodied from the onslaught and a gaping wound in my side, I struggled out the theater exit, leaving two friends gurgling in the seventh row  hey, I'm no jar-head  I make no empty promises to "leave no one behind" If the subterranean walking scenes didn't finish them off, the inane talking scenes did.
Padding: 2. Audience: 1.
This Alien/Predator movie is akin to the nippled Batsuit  a franchise gone too far. It fulfills its purpose of keeping 14-year-olds off the street and thereby less likely to shoot up a school or get your daughter pregnant, which is small respite; all we can hope for  until the next over-breasted Lara Croft video game release or somnolent Harry Potter movie. But as adult entertainment  and let's face it: present-day adults, not kids, are the demographic weaned on the Alien and Predator movies  it is diversionary, but not involving; good but not great, glittering but no prize.
Both "Predator" and "Alien" were *sui generis* movies, the former spawning an adequate-bordering-on-lame sequel (Danny Glover in lieu of Arnold?!), whilst the latter, through canny screen writing and an uncompromising lead heroine, spawned three above-average sequels. Now, like the "Highlander" franchise, the mythos of *both* creations has been sullied to the level of soap opera and with the Marketeers wielding their pimp-witted power, no longer will any successive "Alien" or "Predator" movies exude the mystery or excitement of their progenitors, but rather, bombastic, overblown CGI and gratuitously-tweaked explosions for the action-figure teenboy market.
As a stand-alone movie  forget it! This movie's existence is predicated on our cognizance of the last 25 years of these iconic monsters. Without that foreknowledge the very existence of these creatures and their interaction will appear contrived. The plot seems cobbled together from drafts made by 14-year-olds playing with their action figures (much like George Lucas writes his plots): an ancient pyramid is the initiation ground for young Predators, who achieve "Predator-hood" by killing Aliens, which are kept captive in the labyrinthine pyramid by the elder Predators for just this purpose. At first, this seems mildly plausible, but then you realize that this exordium is shoving square storyline into round plot holes and demystifying not one, but TWO rapacious extra-terrestrial cultures into common Philo Beddoe barroom brawlers. Casting one's senses back to those heady days of the original movies, we remember that our enjoyment was piqued precisely because their antagonists WERE inexplicable; they were *truly* "alien"; i.e. too much exposition makes for mundanity.
Except for Lance Henriksen (renowned B-movie "That Guy"), all human characters were instantly forgettable, except for a guy whose cultured locution could easily get him mistaken for a black James Bond and the young female expedition leader, a la Black Ripley; in essence, humans are this movie's McGuffin, for any agent could have unearthed the battle-pyramid and a text crawl could have explained the back-story of the Alien-Predator symbiosis. Only reason we meet humans at all in this film is so that we may invest a modicum of attention in this tale which, literally, has nothing to do with our species.
Henriksen's role is anomalous: his character is familiar with Aliens (from "Alien3"), yet when confronted by one, instead of becoming Mr. Corporation (as would be his character's wont), he burbles incoherently with the rest of the B-Actors. Then when confronted by a Predator, instead of dollar signs cha-chinging in his eyes at the discovery of yet another alien species, he goes Rambo on it and gets, subsequently, dead. But let me leave this trite conundrum to the fan-boys to clarify.
Terming one species Alien and one Predator is a point of irritating contention for me; these terms only exist in OUR viewer-reality, for in the movie, the creatures are only superficially identified as "serpents" (Aliens) and "hunters" (Predators). The substitute terms are a dead giveaway: hunters are "noble"; serpents, well do we need to extemporize on a well-trodden metaphor? From the outset, we are led a merry road by the film-makers to perceive the Predators as "the good guys". No surprise, for in being prejudicially human, we are prone to siding with the more anthropoid of the two aliens, and ironically, the Predators assume the Arnold role in this movie - the musclebound "heroes", as it were. The movie rationalizes, sensibly, that the Predators only try to kill our human B-actors to re-acquire what was theirs in the first place  their weapons. Which puts paid to the movie's tag-line, "Whoever wins  we lose." Well, not exactly, for the Predators are portrayed as "good guy" sentinels keeping the roistering Aliens at bay So only if the PREDATORS lose, we lose.
Thusly, battle scenes ensue  with the predictably close-cut action and blurred whiz-banging - but the fights are only adequately directed and rather short, and it is just too incongruous viewing these two iconic monsters on screen together. Something just don't click. Either this would be a good Alien movie (for the Aliens are animated excellently, combining live puppetry with CGI) or a good Predator movie (the rugged masculinity of those 7-foot behemoths was enough super-cruel to power a small township), but - as Offspring advised  "you gotta keep 'em separated."
And for the record, the "AVP" acronym is so IGNINTLY "skoolyard-bitchin" that it REEKS of Marketeers grappling with the long-dead spirits of their nerd youth in pathetically trying to ramp up the street-cool of this geek-square movie.
Give up your day jobs, fellas.
Now gimme that spear  after witnessing those man-tastic pecs on the Predators, I'm going in - I've got two friends to save in the seventh row