(For SI Blog readers VJ Cool, Abhi et al)
You know what I’m saying.
Yeah, 5′O clock, Bitch-Raping time.
Hey, VJ Cool and Abhi we want our money back. 
All $8 of it.
That’s what happens when we ignore our inner voice and pay heed to our readers. We were keen on seeing The Girl Who Played With Fire, the second installment in the late Swedish writer Stieg Larsson’s fantastic trilogy.
And if we had any brains, we shoulda paid heed to the frenetic whisperings warnings in our head about Predators and gone to The Girl Who Played With Fire.
Schade!
So disappointed with Predators that we hit the bottle early today. Any excuse will do. 
Gin+Seltzer Water (Lime flavor) and Idli+Onion Chutney on the side is a potent combination. Strongly recommended.
Why We are Disappointed
When we go to a movie, we look for stuff like solid drama, engaging story, decent acting, crisp dialogs, eye-catching photography, good action, pleasing music, fine humor, nice graphics, pretty babes et al.
Sure, rare is the movie that delivers on all fronts but even if a film delivers the goods on a few of them we feel we’ve gotten our money’s worth, baby.
Paisa vasool, as the schmucks in India are wont to say.
Except to a limited extent with the action, graphics and photography, Predators does not set the screen on fire.
No sir, it does not.
The Predators story in essence is that of a bunch of really unsavory guys (and one gal) of different nationalities and ethnicities dropped off into a thick jungle on a strange planet and trying their best to escape, first from weird animals with long horns and later from some brilliant, weird monsters. Continue reading »
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