Editorials
Celebrating the Cartoonish Thrills of Shane Black’s ‘The Predator’ [The Silver Lining]
In this edition of The Silver Lining, we’ll be covering Shane Black’s underappreciated 2018 sequel/reboot, The Predator.
The Predator franchise has always walked the line between action and horror, with most of the films being structured like sci-fi slashers where the victims are just badass enough to have a fighting chance. This is obviously a delicate balance, and I don’t think any of the sequels have quite managed to replicate the legendary thrills of John McTiernan’s 1987 original.
That being said, some entries have come close, and I’d go so far as to say that there’s no such thing as a truly bad Predator film. Unfortunately, not everyone thinks that way, and that’s why I’d like to talk about Shane Black’s The Predator, a controversial sequel that deserves a closer look despite its negative reputation.
Originally announced back in 2017, The Predator became a hotly anticipated blockbuster when it was revealed that Shane Black (who played Rick Hawkins in the original film while also serving as a back-up screenwriter) would be returning to both co-write and direct a high-concept sequel. Fans were even more ecstatic when it was confirmed that the film had earned a hard R from the MPAA, basically guaranteeing a bloody fun romp helmed by someone who helped to kick-start the franchise.
When the trailer dropped, it looked like the hunt was finally on for Predator fans who had been waiting for a proper adult-oriented action flick.
SO WHAT WENT WRONG?
Grossing a fair $160 million at the box office while scoring a mere 33% on Rotten Tomatoes, The Predator didn’t actually lose any money, but it was certainly a critical flop. While the film found an audience in international venues, most viewers seemed to dismiss it as a messy cash-grab with a bloated budget and barely coherent script. The flick also stirred up some controversy due to its misguided depictions of autism, not to mention the hiring (and subsequent firing) of a convicted sex offender.
Long-time fans of the series seemed to be divided by the film’s tone, which was surprisingly lighthearted and comedic despite the hard R rating. Part of this can be explained by Black’s trademark humor, but it was later confirmed that The Predator was intentionally shot in a way that would make it easy to create kid-friendly cuts for overseas audiences. This resulted in lots of easily removable digital blood splatters and plenty of jokes for padding.
Critics also pointed out that the suburban setting was a poor substitute for the dense jungles (both concrete and otherwise) of previous films in the series, and the same went for the main cast of military misfits. The actors themselves were great, but this rag-tag band of outcasts wasn’t exactly what fans of the series were expecting.
These strange creative decisions were only exacerbated by the over-expansion of Predator lore, as the film boasts yet another super-Predator with a ridiculous backstory and action sequences more reminiscent of CGI-heavy superhero flicks than the old-school thrills of John McTiernan’s film. This also leads to a couple of sci-fi excesses like the previously mentioned autism fiasco and an unexpected twist about global warming.
Of course, one of the biggest issues was how the film was clearly reshot to hell, with shifting release dates, bizarre editing and ADR indicating that this absurd story was stitched together in post-production. Judging from behind-the-scenes photos and interviews, it appears that the final act was completely reworked before release, possibly against the director’s wishes. While some have claimed that this was due to the original cut of the film being literally too dark, Shane Black has gone on record with another story. The director claims that these reshoots were actually the result of negative test audience reactions after a focus group watched a rough workprint with incomplete visual effects.
THE SILVER LINING

It’s often said that one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, and I guess that’s why all the things people seem to hate about The Predator are precisely what I love about it. It may not hold a candle to Arnold Schwarzenegger’s original run-in with an intergalactic hunter, but Black’s sequel has a lot of fun turning modern blockbuster tropes on their heads.
In some ways, Black’s film is more of a satire of modern action flicks than a proper Predator sequel. Knowing that the studio wouldn’t want to back a grounded horror/action hybrid like the original, the director decided to have a bit of fun with this big-budget monster flick, and I think the film’s irreverent approach is much more interesting than simply rehashing what came before.
In fact, the movie almost feels like a live-action version of one of those silly 80s cartoons that attempted to turn R-rated properties into kid-friendly toy commercials, and I mean that as a compliment. Hell, the movie even features a friendly Predator dog and an ecological message behind the action. If that doesn’t scream 80s cartoon, I don’t know what does.
I also really enjoy the creative casting here, with Black choosing to subvert the franchise’s established macho-man expectations by making our protagonists victims of warfare instead of cold-blooded killers. Having the audience care about the victims in a creature feature is incredibly difficult, and I’d say that The Predator does a great job of making you root for the humans. Boyd Holbrook is compelling enough as our protagonist, with Olivia Munn and Keegan-Michael Key standing out as memorable characters. But Thomas Jane is definitely the most entertaining as Baxley, a Marine veteran suffering from Tourette syndrome. This is a cool personal touch by the director, as Black actually suffers from this illness in real life.
Despite the messy storytelling and questionable additions to the lore, Shane Black’s The Predator remains a thoroughly entertaining entry in the franchise and isn’t afraid to poke fun at itself when things get out of hand. While I’m certainly hyped for Dan Trachtenberg’s Prey, which promises to bring the mandibled hunter back to its origins in a self-contained thriller, I still think The Predator is worth revisiting as an odd B-movie that’s just as fun as it is ridiculous.
Watching a bad movie doesn’t necessarily have to be a bad experience. Even the worst films can boast a good idea or two, and that’s why we’re trying to look on the bright side with The Silver Lining, where we shine a light on the best parts of traditionally maligned horror flicks.
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Neon-Soaked Cult Classic ‘Vamp’ Starring Grace Jones Still Has Bite 40 Years Later
College kids, strippers and vampires—those were Donald P. Borchers’ only requirements when he approached Richard Wenk about writing and directing a movie for New World Pictures. As requested, Wenk cooked up Vamp (1986), a tailor-made blend of the decade’s teen movie craze as well as its horror boom.
Grim and earnest stories were still very much a part of the ’80s horror landscape, yet Vamp is something of a comedy. One difference between it and, say, Saturday the 14th, though, is the former avoids using schtick. Wenk’s movie proves that horror comedies also don’t have to subtract thrills from their recipes. Of course, it takes a minute before reaching that point; college antics and culture shocks preface this one macabre misadventure.
Vamp‘s initial setup is apt for a typical college-set, sex-driven comedy; to bribe their way into a fraternity house, two pledges (Chris Makepeace, Robert Rusler) go looking for some adult entertainment. Without wasting time on any further exposition, the characters embark on an all-in-one-night trip that quickly detours into terror.
To procure their elusive MacGuffin—a stripper willing to gyrate for some frat boys—Keith (Makepeace) and AJ (Rusler), plus a third wheel named Duncan (Gedee Watanabe), trade the safety of their remote college campus for the seediness of some unnamed city. The setting is recognizably L.A. by day, but as soon as night falls, downtown, along with the characters, slips into a kind of surreal universe. Director of photography Elliot Davis gave this early entry on his prolific résumé an unusual yet distinctive look; that Mario Bava-esque, magenta-green lighting is omnipresent, so much so that it’s almost its own character.

Chris Makepeace and Robert Rusler in Vamp
The faint comparisons to Martin Scorsese’s After Hours are merited, although not just because of Vamp’s distinguishing nighttime aesthetic. Save for the primary characters, the supporting roles in Wenk’s movie are also quite colorful and transactional in their behavior. The difference here, though, is the additional urge to ruin Keith and his friends at every turn. Some of that harm is humorous and tolerable enough, whereas the moment Vamp dishes out its first fatality, it’s abundantly clear how this movie qualifies as horror.
Vamp falls into that category of horror movie that reveals its genre with a scream rather than a series of whispers. The opening scene can function as a hint of what lies ahead—things are not at all what they appear to be—but otherwise, Wenk is more than happy to hold off on the horror. When that time does come, though, it catches the viewer off guard. In addition to the pure shock value is that sudden decision to upend the movie’s foremost feature. Or so it would seem.
If afraid of major spoilage, those new to Vamp would be wise to stop reading here. There’s just no skirting around the fact that the central fellowship in this buddy movie hits a serious snag when AJ is killed. That development causes the story to become more of a “long, bad night” journey for Keith and his romantic interest. So while Wenk scores points for subverting expectations, there is also a touch of sadness in his decision. Because if Vamp does anything well, it’s making the characters likable.
Something that comes easily to Vamp—and other teen horror movies from this same era—is its ability to invent young characters worth caring about, or at the very least, are interesting and not so immediately off-putting. More impressive is how Wenk did all this without actually fleshing out those characters. Still and all, Keith and his kind are a grade above cookie-cutter, and in some cases, aren’t completely devoid of growth.

Grace Jones in Vamp
Vamp appeals with an assorted cast of characters. No two are the same, nor are they operating on the same wavelength. The cinematically extroverted AJ, whose actor conveyed charm and vulnerability in near equal amounts, comes alive when he’s at his most undead. Makepeace then makes the chronically cautious Keith a sympathetic fellow, even as he’s more and more affected by the night’s bizarre events. Meanwhile, Duncan is indeed the designated loser of the whole bunch, but Watanabe still manages to humanize him. As a bonus, the role didn’t require him to pull a Long Duk Dong.
As for Dedee Pfeiffer, she is plain adorable as the mysterious After Dark server nicknamed “Amaretto”. She spends all night fixing her dress strap while at the same time trying to get Keith to remember how he knows her. As their offbeat romance grows, it becomes another highlight of this movie. Whether or not Pfeiffer’s character is really a vampire also creates some welcome tension in the story.
Like a lot of its contemporaries, Vamp went on to become a bit of a cult classic. That current status is determined by several factors, but without a doubt, the casting of Grace Jones is the most considerable. The image of her writhing on that unique-looking chair, a Keith Haring original, springs to mind whenever this movie is brought up.

Chris Makepeace, Billy Drago and Paunita Nichols in Vamp
Prior to that first display of unequivocal horror, local vampire queen Katrina (Jones) took to the stage and delivered a strip show like no other. One would expect nothing less from that renowned model and performance artist. By now reports of Jones’ tardiness on set are no secret, yet it’s also hard to deny her commitment to the part of Katrina. It was, in fact, Jones who took charge of her character’s appearance—on top of Haring painting her body and that now-iconic chair, she had Andy Warhol handle her costuming. And not too many actors could seize a room’s attention without saying a single line of dialogue.
In 2022, Vamp received a retrospective novelization from Encyclopocalypse. This literary union of preexisting source material—Wenk’s original screenplay—and new ideas from author Christian Francis amounts to a more comprehensive visit to the After Dark Club. The basic story there is no different than what’s shown on screen; however, Francis gets creative with the characters’ origins and designs, and he enhances a number of key scenes.
The novelization expands on the urban and social decay of the main setting, and supplies a background for the After Dark Club. Sandy Baron’s character, Katrina’s emcee and familiar, is given ample motivation for sticking around; up until the fiery end, he is loyal to his friend and former business partner “Squeak”, who looks like he was “fed through a combine harvester, and left as nothing more than a heap of mangled remains”. Then there is Billy Drago’s character Snow, the leader of a street gang called The Dragons. His reason for menacing Keith and AJ is more altruistic than in the movie; he and his peers act tough to scare off any potential food for the vampires.

Lisa Lyon in Vamp
If not for all the backstories, Francis’ Vamp would be a hell of a lot shorter. Instead, this tie-in read dives into how AJ met Keith—the orphaned Anthony Joseph hailed from a broken home back in Brooklyn—and how their friendship flourished over the years. Keith’s archership is no longer just an assumed part of his entire being; it’s a confidence-building extracurricular for a boy who got picked on before coming into the protection of the new kid in town. These supplemental, in-depth looks at the protagonists, plus their close connection, are maybe unnecessary. The movie already did a fair and concise job of addressing their platonic intimacy without the need for flashbacks and insights, specifically in that scene where AJ lays it all out as he sacrifices himself.
Where the novelization gets off course is its approach to the minor characters. Intermittently backstorying the likes of Katrina’s indentured servants, Seko (Leila Hee Olsen) and Vlad (Brad Logan), ends up disturbing the flow of the writing. Was it absolutely essential that readers know Vlad was the Grand Duke of the House of Romanov, or how Snow’s accomplice Maven (Paunita Nichols) became so dentally challenged? No, not really. However, one’s mileage with these random biographies may vary.
The novelization is a more substantial experience, but for a movie like Vamp, less is more. And as plentiful as they are, it never simply coasts on its campy charms, either. The character work sits comfortably in that realm between cursory and meticulous, the script is sharper than first realized, and Greg Cannom’s vampire makeup is straightforward yet effective. Most of all, the movie didn’t squander its out-of-the-box concept. Richard Wenk made his vision of a “comic nightmare in which just about anything that can go wrong does” come true, and it is very enjoyable.


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