The wife came home with a guest halfway through Predator 2, necessitating a switch to Down By Law to protect my carefully cultivated image of omnicient hipness.
Predator 2 is a kid's coloring book of a movie, the pictures filled in with neon pens weilded by epileptics. It feels like it had a comic book instead of a script, creating a particular flavor of jokey over-the-topness it's hard not to embrace. Sword in the Moon could have used a transfusion of P2's happy juice.
I'd forgotten it had Rueben Blades in a supporting role- I always liked him.
It was impressively multiethnic and despite it's hyperventillation it caught the "feel" of LA better than a lot of other movies. LA actually looked like LA, for a start.
It was pretty fun, I think I'll finish watching it tonight.
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