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| Year: | 2010 |
| Rating: | 6.9(21877) |
| Listed in: | Action, Adventure, Sci-Fi, Thriller |
| Directed by: | Nimród Antal |
| Actors: | Adrien Brody Topher Grace Walton Goggins Oleg Taktarov Laurence Fishburne Alice Braga |
| "Fear is Reborn" | |
Cast
| Directed by | |
|---|---|
| Nimród Antal | |
| Actors | |
| Adrien Brody | as Royce |
| Topher Grace | as Edwin |
| Walton Goggins | as Stans |
| Oleg Taktarov | as Nikolai |
| Laurence Fishburne | as Noland |
| Danny Trejo | as Cuchillo |
| Louis Ozawa Changchien | as Hanzo |
| Mahershalalhashbaz Ali | as Mombasa |
| Carey Jones | as Tracker Predator |
| Brian Steele | as Berserker Predator |
| Derek Mears | as Classic Predator |
| Actresses | |
| Alice Braga | as Isabelle |
Movie info
| Languages: | English |
| Filming dates: | 12 October 2009 - 18 December 2009 |
| Budget: | USD 40,000,000 |
| Gross: |
USA - 51,788,833 USD (5 September 2010) UK - 5,767,854 GBP (8 August 2010) Philippines - 24,102,767 PHP (8 August 2010) |
| Plot: | Chosen for their ability to kill without conscience, a group of killers, some trained and some who are not, must endeavour the alien race of predators that have set out to target them as prey. Dropped into the vast jungle of a distant world, these human predators must learn just who, or what, they are up against, and that their ability, knowledge and wits are tested to the limits in the battle of survival of kill or be killed. |
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Original Soundtracks
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"Theme" from Predator (1987) Composed by Alan Silvestri "LONG TALL SALLY" Written by Robert Blackwell, Richard W. Penniman and Enotris Johnson Performed by Little Richard Courtesy of Tree Productions |
Goofs
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FAIR: After the encounter with the traps at the start the body is identified by papers he is carrying as US Special Forces. All Special Forces troops never carry anything on them that would identify them as Special Forces while in combat. However, the soldier may not have been abducted while in action - he could simply have been taken at a time when he was carrying identifying papers. FAIR: In the beginning of the movie Royce observes that the sun "hasn't moved", but then later it is nighttime. This is not a goof. Several scenarios are plausible, such as a very slow planetary rotation or an eclipse by one of the system's many nearby planets. |
Quotes
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Royce: What's the last thing you remember Nikolai? Nikolai: War. I was at the Chechnya. Then next there was a light and then... then I was... Cuchillo: falling. Yeah, me too. I was in Baja, then there was a light, and then *chinga*! Nikolai: So where do you think we are? Royce: Maybe she knows. [Royce directs his gaze, the other two turn to see Isabelle standing there aiming her rifle at them] [from trailer] Isabelle: We need to work as a team. Cuchillo: Does this look like a team orientated group of individuals to you? [from trailer] Noland: They can hear you. Smell you. They see you. Royce: How do we kill them? Noland: However you can. Isabelle: They must have a weakness. Noland: Not many. Edwin: Excuse me, I'm - just what the hell is going on here? Royce: We're being hunted. The cages, soldier, all of us. We were all brought here for the same purpose. This planet is a game preserve, and we're the game. In case you didn't notice, we just got flushed out. They sent the dogs in. Just like you would if you were stalking boar, shooting quail. They split us apart and they watched. Testing us. Isabelle: How do you know this? Royce: Because, that's what I would do. Royce: [to Noland who is wearing a Predator mask] What... the fuck are you? Noland: [Removes mask] I'm alive! You talk too loud. I've smelled you since you got here. If I can smell you, they can too... storm's coming. This way. Isabelle: Wait... who are you? Noland: [mumbles] Noland fights and runs away. Lives to fight another day... I'm the one that got away. The one you don't fuck with. Stans: [to Isabelle] Your ass is awesome! [last lines] Royce: Well, let's find a way off this fucking planet. Edwin: [out of breath] FUCK... *all* of you! [repeated line] Stans: Yeah! Who's your daddy now motherfucker! Stans: [to Edwin] You know man, if we make it back home... I'm going to do so much fucking cocaine. I'm gonna rape so many fine bitches... Yeah, it's after 5:00? Time to rape me some fine bitches. Stans: You know what I'm saying? Edwin: [humoring Stans] Oh yeah, totally. It's like; 5 o'clock... Bitch raping time. Stans: Hmm, yeah... [Edwin moves away from Stans and sits down next to Nikolai] Nikolai: You should stay away from him. Edwin: Yyyeah. Isabelle: [Isabelle punches Royce] You set us up! He led us into that death camp. Then hid and waited for that thing to strike. We were bait! Royce: I had to know who we're up against and now I do. Stans: A man is dead because of that. Royce: This morning you were ready to kill him. Stans: Yeah, well it ain't this God damn morning is it? Royce: Well at least he didn't die in vain. Stans: Why? So we could find out first-hand what it feels like to have our asses kicked? Royce: No, we found out there's more than one of them, that they use projectile and energy-based weapons, they have some sort of cloaking device, they're bigger than us, stronger, but also heavier. Stans: Hey, where are we goin'? Royce: Someone put us on this rock, there's gotta be a way off it. [Falconer's aerial device flies overhead] Stans: [Stans instinctively pulls out his knife] AH! What the *fuck*? Stans: [Stans looks at his knife then looks at how everyone else has a gun] Hey, you know what? Fuck this! This is bullshit man, I want a gun! Stans: [to Cuchillo] Come man you got two mother fuckin' guns man! Somebody give me a gun! Stans: [to Nikolai] Come on Russian, you got a big fuckin' gun! Stans: [to Mombasa] Come on man, give me a gun. [Stans puts his knife to Mombasa's throat] Give me a gun, right now! Mombasa: [Mombasa puts his sidearm to Stans' chin] I'm ready to die. Are you? Stans: [to Berserker] Die you space faggot! Royce: [a confused Nikolai starts shooting at Royce and Cuchillo. Royce flanks him and puts his shotgun to Nikolai's head] Please stop doing that. You're shooting at the wrong people. Nikolai: How do I know? Royce: Because, otherwise we wouldn't be having this conversation. Nikolai: Alright, you want to show me the right ones? [points to chest] Nikolai... I mean... I'm Nikolai. Isabelle: I saw more parachutes. Royce: Which way? Isabelle: Why? Royce: So I can figure out who threw me out of a fuckin' airplane. Nikolai: [In Russian] You're one ugly motherfucker! Isabelle: Do you remember a plane? Royce: I woke up free fall, you? Isabelle: Same. Royce: You IDF? Isabelle: Yeah, you in the service? Royce: Not exactly. Mombasa: [Pointing his gun to Stans' chin when Stans threatens him to give him a gun ] I'm ready to die, are you? Mombasa: [to Stans] I will finish what you started Isabelle: What about you? You know the jungle, the players, I'm guessing ex military, Black Ops or mercenary. Royce: Yeah you got a problem with that? Isabelle: No, not yet. Edwin: [to Isabelle] I've been watching your every move, earning your trust, but you couldn't see me for what I really am, back home I was a murderer, a freak but here amongst the monsters, I'm normal, I like it here, I want to stay. Edwin: [Royce arrives at the top of the pit] Oh, You came back? Royce: I missed my ride. Edwin: [Pretending to be relieved] Oh... thank God! Help us get out of here! Isabelle: [ Royce wants to booby trap Edwin] This isn't right, he's one of us. Royce: He is, it wants you to feel something for this man, to be human. Isabelle: And what are you! Royce: Alive. Cuchillo: This is hell. Royce: Last time I checked you didn't need a parachute to get there. Stans: [ To Mombassa who's tripped over] Looking good there boss. Stans: How long have you been here man? Noland: Seven seasons I think... [responding to his imaginary friend] Noland: what, 10 seasons? Damn. [a Predator dog is attacking Stans] Stans: Help! Help! [Stans starts stabbing the dog repeatedly] Stans: Fuck you motherfucker! Help! Mombasa: [Mombasa shoots the dog and its blood splashes all over Stans] Looking good there boss. [Nikolai goes to touch a strange looking plant] Edwin: Yeah I wouldn't do that [Edwin sticks his scalpel into the plant and it secretes a fluid] Edwin: Arcifructis Leonagensis. That is very, very poisonous. Nikolai: Thank you, I will watch for you out here. Isabelle: [to Edwin] You made a buddy. Stans: [the group enters Noland's hideout] Wow, what a shit-hole. You live here? Noland: Me? No, no! This is just my summer home. I winter in the Riviera. The schools are so much nicer there, and the men? Ooh la la... by the way; you're welcome. Stans: [Nikolai is looking at a picture] Who's that? Nikolai: My kids, the big one is Rien, this is Sasha. [Nikolai hands the picture to Edwin] Stans: [Stans lifts up his shirt to reveal a tattoo of a big breasted woman] This is Candy-Lee; tits like Howitzers. [he pokes the breasts with his fingers as if to play with them] Edwin: Is that your girlfriend? Stans: No, she's my sister. [Hanzo finds the Samurai Katana] Hanzo: This is old, very old. They've been doing this for a long time. Edwin: So you speak English. Hanzo: Yes. Edwin: So why don't you say more? Hanzo: Because I talk too much. [holds up his left hand to reveal his pinky and ring finger have been chopped off] [Royce is checking on Isabelle who is paralyzed with his back to Edwin] Edwin: You came back, she never lost faith in you. I guess I owe you an apology. You are a good man after all. [Edwin goes to stab Royce with his scalpel] Royce: No I'm not... [Royce turns, disarms Edwin and sticks the scalpel into Edwin's chin] Royce: But I'm fast! [Stans picks up an armored vest and is inspecting it] Noland: [Acknowledging his imaginary friend] Hey, yeah I'll tell him. [to Stans] Noland: Hey 'Agent Orange', you mind putting that down? Some folks around here are more or less particular about people messin' with their shit. [Stans puts down the vest] Noland: It's very important see, it helps block the heat signature... you mother fuckers! Royce: So you killed one. Noland: I killed two! Maybe three... I can't remember. [the group hears movement outside their perimeter but can't figure out why it doesn't attack] Royce: Hey Doc. Edwin: Hey. Royce: I think I finally figured out a way you can be useful. [cuts to Edwin running around as bait] [the group finds a monolith with a pile of skulls and bones at its base] Stans: What the hell is that? Isabelle: Who would do this? Mombasa: Whoever they are, they take trophies. In my culture; the warrior with the most trophies commands the most respect. Stans: Whatever. Nikolai: It's a test. To see how we do under pressure. Isabelle: If this were a test, you'd all be military. Total strangers? Live rounds... this is something else. Cuchillo: Maybe it's ransom. Back in Tijuana, we kidnap you, put you in an oil drum. If the ransom not paid? We light you on fire. Stans: I hear these stories about these experiments they do on Cons. They stick drugs in your food and sit back and watch what happens. Edwin: It's not drugs. If there was a psychotropic compound, we'd be feeling the residual effects; Loss of motor skills, blurry vision... and if it was a behavioral experiment, there'd... be a point. Mombasa: What if we are dead... Stans: I was gonna be executed in two days. Nikolai: And I was in combat. Mombasa: So was I. Cuchillo: This is Hell. Royce: Last time I looked you didn't need a parachute to get there. But it doesn't matter what happened, or why. We're here... the only question is; How do we get out? [the group looks across the landscape and sees that they are not on Earth and view all the other planetoids in the sky] Royce: We're gonna need a new plan. Royce: You still pissed? Isabelle: Fuck you. Isabelle: What happened to you? What made you *so* fucked up? Royce: "Certainly there is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never really care for anything else thereafter." Isabelle: That's pretty poetic, did you come up with that yourself? Royce: No, actually. That was Hemingway. Isabelle: Where are you going? Royce: To high ground. Isabelle: We should stick together. Royce: Then you should follow me! [after the group narrowly escapes a heavily booby-trapped area, they find a rotting corpse whose chest is blown out] Mombasa: We triggered a dead man's trap. Edwin: It's two weeks. Judging from the rate of decomposition. Nikolai: He took up a position here; shooting in all directions. This was a last stand. [Nikolai Checks the man's pocket and finds some documents] Nikolai: United States Special Forces... this is strange. He's supposed to be deployed in Afghanistan. Stans: What's he doing here setting traps for us? Royce: They weren't meant for us. He was hunting something else... something bigger. Edwin: Bigger? Royce: The trunk was a dead-fall. The rule of thumb with a dead-fall is that you set the weight five times that of the target animal. Whatever it was got through the trip-wires and did this. Edwin: What are we gonna do? Isabelle: We should go to higher ground. Edwin: Really? We're on an alien hunting planet, you really think the solution is to *walk more*? Royce: It wants us to run. That's how it hunts. This is its jungle, its game, its rules. We run, we die. Isabelle: What's the alternative? Royce: We need to know what we're dealing with. The dog tracks go that way... we go after it. Royce: [to Noland] Say *goodbye* to your little friend! Noland: You're in *my* house motherfucker! [Royce fires his AA-12 into the hull of the ship] Stans: Yeah, that didn't open up shit! Royce: It wasn't meant to asshole. I'm calling in the cavalry. [Isabelle is pointing her rifle at Royce, Nikolai and Cuchillo] Royce: You want to lower the weapon? Isabelle: [Isabelle shakes her head] I've never seen this jungle, and I've seen most. Nikolai: Alright, you think it's Asia? Maybe Africa? Isabelle: Too hot for this time of year and the topography is all wrong. Amazon maybe. Isabelle: Hey, we need to rest. Royce: So rest. Isabelle: You look like you could use it too. [Royce keeps walking, ignoring Isabelle] Isabelle: You got a name? Royce: Look, I'm sorry. You want to play scout leader? Great. You want to follow me? Fine. But I'm not doing this... I'm better on my own. Isabelle: Want to see something fucked up? [Isabelle shows Royce a make-shift compass that is constantly spinning] Royce: Well, between that and the sun; I'd say we have a real problem. Isabelle: What about the sun? Royce: It hasn't moved since we got here. Isabelle: What do you think is really going on? Royce: What do I think? [Royce looks to Nikolai] Spetznatz Alpha Group, [looks to Cuchillo] Los Zetas cartel enforcer, [to Mombasa] R.U.F. that's a death squad from Sierra Leone, [to Hanzo] Yakuza in the Dawokei, [to Stans] the F.B.I.'s Most Wanted, [to Edwin] and... him. They're all heavy-hitters, he doesn't belong. Isabelle: What about you? Royce: What about me? Isabelle: You know the jungle, all the players... I'm guessing Ex-Military; Black-Ops, probably Mercenary. Royce: You got a problem with that? Isabelle: Not at the moment. Royce: Good. [to his imaginary friend] Noland: You see the shit you got us into now man? Six more mouths to feed, I can barely stand livin' with you! [Stans jumps on Berserker's back and starts stabbing him repeatedly] Stans: Die you space faggot! Who do you think you're dealing with huh? Is that all you got? [to the group] Stans: GO! GO! [Berserker throws Stans off of himself] Stans: [laughing maniacally] Come on... come on! COME ON! [Stans and Mombasa are fighting. Then just as Stans goes to hit Mombasa with a log, he sees the rest of the group watching them] Stans: You with him? Isabelle: No. [Mombasa shoves Stans off] Stans: Then why don't you mind your own fucking business? Isabelle: We have bigger problems right now. Stans: Okay, "boss". Whatever you say. Mombasa: [Grabs Stans] I will finish, what *you* started! Stans: Strength in numbers huh? Isabelle: Something like that. Stans: Yeah, then maybe we should get that guy hanging in the tree? [to Stans] Mombasa: As bad as you are... those things are worse. Noland: Anyways, there's two different types of them out there. They're similar but they're different. Kind of like the difference between dogs and wolves. The one's that are runnin' things out there; the larger ones hunt the smaller ones. It's some kinda blood-fued I guess that's been goin' on for a long time. Royce: And they do this just for sport? Noland: Oh yeah, they bring in fresh meat season after season. I mean shit you wouldn't believe! Bring it in, hunt it and kill it. In that order. [Celebrating Nikolai's killing of the Tracker Predator] Stans: We killed it! We fuckin' killed it! We fuckin' killed it! *Yeah*! Who's your daddy now motherfucker! Who's your daddy now motherfucker! Suck my dick, bitch! Noland: Every once and a while, one of us kills one of them. Let me tell you that's when they get real interesting. See they learn quick, they adapt. They develop a whole new set of skills. They come back the next season in threes, always in threes. Their armor might have changed or their weapons may have changed or their tactics have changed. It's amazing. Nikolai: So it's like an evolution. They train to make themselves into better killers. Noland: Mmm hmm. Royce: You said they come back... how? Noland: They got a ship. Royce: A ship? Noland: Yeah, it's 30 yards from their camp. [to his imaginary friend] I told you they wouldn't see it! Noland: You wanna survive? Dig in deep, stay hid. Stans: Yeah, well we're gonna go with door number two. How do we get out of this valley? Noland: Ten seasons... the first two, no three seasons I was here, I was walking in the same direction. Trying to reach the edge of the preserve. [Starts laughing] Let me tell you there ain't no "edge of the preserve". Royce: Maybe you or your friend want to tell me about that ship. Noland: I say, that's a brilliant idea. Brilliant! The whole time I've been here it never occurred to me to "commandeer" the alien spacecraft... but I wouldn't know how to fly it. He would, because you know how to fly it? Royce: I'll give it a shot. Noland: [laughs] Well, I'm gonna get some sleep. No noise, they're out there. They're always out there. There's water in there, help yourself, all of you. |
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