From the creatures’ roots in the 1987 Arnold Schwarzenegger classic to their battles with everyone from Danny Glover, Adrien Brody, and even the Alien xenomorphs, we dig into all aspects of franchise.
Are the Predators really the galaxy’s greatest warriors, or just a bunch of rich assholes with expensive hunting gear? Do the sequels hold a candle to the original? Are the Alien vs. Predator crossover film worth watching?
Mike and Casey sit down with Jeremy Whitman to try to wrap our brains about two strange things that defy description and even logic.
First is a used book Mike snatched up at work — possibly written by someone on an F.B.I. watch list — that is a far-too-comprehensive instructional manual for beating the shit out of people with a maglite flashlight.
And then Mike and Casey try to decompress from the experience of recently watching Nicolas Winding Refn’s bizarre new film, “The Neon Demon.”
“Nothing like it has ever been on Earth before. It came from another planet for the thrill of the hunt. It picked the wrong man.”
It’s time to return to the decade of Reagan with Jeremy Whitman of the Rated80s podcast, and look at one of Arnold’s most iconic action films, 1987’s Predator.
When an elite team of commandos embark on a rescue mission in the South American jungle, they find themselves the prey of an extraterrestrial big game hunter. One by one, they’re slaughtered until only one man remains.
And he’s not about to become the monster’s latest trophy.
Mike and Casey get their asses to Mars with our theme song’s composer, Todd Maxfield-Matsumoto, and Ask an Atheist‘s Rebecca Friedman to talk about America’s favorite Austrian import, Arnold Schwarzenegger!
From cinematic machismo to the governor’s office of California, Schwarzenegger dominated the box office and ballot box for two decades. From Terminator to Twins, from Kindergarten Cop to Batman and Robin, few actors can match the cultural impact of the man who spawned a thousand catch phrases.
So crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentations of the women, because it’s time to talk about the man behind the muscles.