Action and horror franchises just love having a seemingly unkillable enemy that can be brought out again and again to menace a new set of victims, but the fifth film in the Predator series proper appears to have bitten off more than it can chew, pitting another of the relentless hunters, kitted out with its space-tech arsenal, against Comanches armed with bows and tomahawks in 1719.
Accordingly, it carves its way through all the braves who confront it and an encampment of nasty French trappers whose muskets also prove useless, until only the heroine remains, a feisty and resourceful teenage girl, who of course no-one listened to until it was too late.
It's certainly novel to have a main cast of native Americans of sorts in this genre, and the utter mismatch between hunter and prey calls for more invention than usual. But apart from that this is still just a monster mayhem feature, with cinematography which veers between some beautifully-lit shots and an annoying habit of repeating the same moment over and over in the action sequences, to unhelpfully confusing effect. Clearly better than Predators, but still not a very pointful exercise.
5/10
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