Scene of the Week: Predator – Guerrilla Base Attack
Life is all about balance. If you’re living a stressful life, dragging yourself to and from work, back home to raise your children, and then forcing yourself to bed so you can do it all over again, then you’re probably like the 70% of the American population who suffers through the same toil every day. There’s nothing wrong with this life, don’t get me wrong. Jobs are important. Especially when you can convince yourself that you’re doing something necessary or good. And raising children is the single most important thing for ‘people-kind’. But if you’re living your life in this manner, completely on edge and just waiting for someone to back into your car in the parking lot so you can unload on their ass, then I suggest you find your own Predator.
Okay, that sounded weird. What I mean is that Predator is a film that I grew up with and one that continues to this day to bring me the kind of joy that normally only comes in check form. It’s a movie that I sat cross-legged on the floor with, G.I. Joe’s spread out in battle formation waiting for the alien hunter to attack. Predator is my stress relief. Instead of calming music, gentle rub downs, and exotic oils, I had Dutch, “Ole Painless”, and the late Sonny Landham.
For all the love that Predator has gotten over the years the opening act is still one that gets talked about far too little. Before the Predator ever makes his first kill on Dutch and his team, the rescue squad lay a monster-sized smackdown on a group of guerrillas deep in the Val Verde jungle. I’ve been so connected with this movie over the years it almost feels like watching a home movie. Just magical…