First of all, yes, I have got something wrong with me, I'm not sure what though? I was watching this in a full tracksuit with a bottle of Chardonnay if that makes any difference?
I refused to watch these 'things' for the longest time, not because I was worried about the adaptations, I've no interest in reading the books, or reading in general since I'm something of a literary philistine, but eventually to accomodate my girlfriends interests I reluctantly waded…
What a fucking awesome film! What can I say that hasn't already been said?
This film missed out on winning the 1987 Rootbean Oscar only because of Full Metal Jacket and only then because FMJ is a bit more serious. Along with 1987's other Super-Masterpiece, Withnail & I, it makes a trio of ultra-quotable works of genius and my greatest ever year of Cinema.
My own personal relationship with Predator has lead to countless hours of never tiring Arnie…