Prey review

After the too crowded and clunkiness of Black's entry, Prey (2022) cleans up the series by reducing the movie description (and, in turn, the famous alien beast) to its pro wrestler core. This helps the franchise seem more cohesive. Before "Predator Battle Royale," the title of the previous match, "Predator vs. Commando," was changed to "Predator vs. Lethal Weapon." Now, it's "Predator vs. Native Warrior," which does away with all pretension and barely leaves room for anything beyond one properly choreographed and thrillingly gnarly set piece after another. Arrows and tomahawks fly through the air, drawing green blood as the ultimate hunter takes his own scalps. There is a hypothesis that you can use these films to measure the pulse of where action cinema now rests since 1987, and this one seems suited for (get more info) the age that came after JOHN WICK: precise, carefully shot pandemonium that is more than a bit over-the-top. What a delightful turn of events.