It’s said that insanity is repeating the same action while expecting different results. Were you expecting a good Predator sequel? Shane Black‘s contribution here doesn’t so much shovel dirt on the series’ grave as dig up its corpse, put his hand up its arse and a clown nose on its face while blowing a kazoo.
The original Predator was the prototypical perfect movie that doesn’t need a sequel, and each terrible further installment revealed more and more of the predators’ “culture”, turning them from mysterious, terrifying monsters into a sort of cuddly mascot to be sold by Funko to slavish, uncritical fans. Black‘s latest entry doesn’t seem to want to even try for anything approaching the original in tone and is so comically self-aware that it might be the first entry in the series that functions as a deliberate spoof on the series. Which is to say the rest of the series also functioned as spoofs, just not deliberately.