Dolls

This story is the first-place winner in the Front Page’s first ever Halloween Writing Contest. 

This story is the first-place winner in the Front Page’s first ever Halloween Writing Contest.     

By Deanna Costar

        I love dolls. I have a playhouse for them and a bunch of clothes. Sometimes I think I have so many dolls they might take over my room. I have girl dolls and boy dolls, short dolls and tall dolls, mommy dolls, daddy dolls, and baby dolls. I have other toys, but dolls are my favorite.

       My mommy gave me a new doll today. She said it was to say sorry for last night. I don’t know what happened last night. I heard mommy and daddy yelling, but I don’t know why. I think mommy was mad about a “Lucy.”  I don’t know a “Lucy.” Maybe she’s one of daddy’s friends. Daddy has a lot of friends who come over when mommy is away on work. Sometimes they even stay the night in Mommy and Daddy’s room.

       But either way, I got a new doll, and Mommy slept in my room last night too, because all the yelling was scary, and I couldn’t stop crying. I love when she comes and sleeps in my room. We cuddle all night long, and she plays with my hair and tells me she loves me.

       But Mommy seems tired today. Daddy isn’t home yet, and she hasn’t started making dinner. Usually she has dinner ready by the time Daddy gets home, but she’s just staring at the picture of us on the wall. I don’t remember when the picture was taken since I was a baby. Mommy told me that her and Daddy took me to the pumpkin patch for my first Halloween, and that Grandma was there too. I tripped and fell into a pumpkin and Mommy thought I broke my nose, but Daddy just laughed. Grandma took a picture of it, and Mommy liked the look on Daddy’s face so much she got the picture printed. His smile was huge.

       I look down at my dolls. I’m about to start playing house when I hear a crash. I look up. The picture is on the ground. Mommy’s hands are red, dripping from the boo-boo onto the floor. Mommy is crying, I think she’s hurt.

       “Mommy?”

       She doesn’t respond.

       “Mommy?”

       Nothing.

       “Mommy?” I yell.

       “Yes, baby?”

       “Mommy’s hurt?”

       “No, baby.” She’s still crying but smiles at me. “Mommy is okay. How about you go get your dolls while Mommy cleans this up?”

       “Okay, Mommy.” I go back to my dolls. Mommy is still crying, but I try to just play. I hear her pick up the picture and put it in the trash. Daddy walks in as she’s washing her hands.

       I can’t understand what they’re saying. Mommy goes to hug him but stops. She mentions lipstick on daddy’s white shirt. I like playing with Mommy’s lipstick, and she always smiles when I do, but she doesn’t seem to like Daddy’s lipstick.

       Mommy starts yelling, rubbing her boo-boo down Daddy’s shirt. It leaves red all over it. Daddy starts yelling too, and Mommy is crying harder again. Both aren’t looking at me, so I run up to my room, but the yelling is so loud I can still hear it. I close the door, and I can still hear the yelling, but I don’t understand the words.

       Until I hear Daddy yell, “I’m leaving!”

       Mommy didn’t sleep with me that night, and Daddy wasn’t there the next morning. Mommy didn’t come to wake me up, so I went to go find her. She was downstairs and didn’t look good. Her eyes were red, and there was an empty bottle beside her.

       “Hi baby.” She didn’t sound normal.

       “Mommy? What’s wrong?”

       “Nothing baby.” She stood up and almost fell over. “Nothing at all. Want ice cream? Let Mommy get you some ice cream.”

        “Are you sure?”

       “Yeah, baby. Go grab a doll, and Mommy will take you out to get some ice cream.”

       I get a doll and follow Mommy to the car. She picks me up and puts me in my seat. She puts me down a bit hard, and my back starts to hurt. She doesn’t put the belt over me either.

       Mommy starts the car, and I start to play with my doll. I realize that I’m missing the Mommy doll. Baby doll can’t do anything without Mommy doll. Mommy doll always takes care of her.

       “Mommy! I need to get the Mommy doll.”

       “No, you don’t, baby.” I can feel the car start going faster.

       “But Mommy! I need it.” I think I’m going to cry.

       “Stop yelling, baby.” She doesn’t sound good.

       “Mommy!”

       “You know you’re just like your father! You always want something from me that I can’t give you!” She looks at me in the mirror. “Stop asking me for more-”

       I don’t really understand what happens next. There’s a loud crash, Mommy is screaming, I feel like I’m flying. I hold onto my baby doll harder, wondering if she feels like she’s flying too. Then, there’s a splash. My head hurts and I start to see red. I try to touch my boo-boo, but my arms feel trapped by my side as water starts to fill up the car. I look up at Mommy one last time, her body folded over.

“Mommy?”

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Halloween (2018) Review

1978’s Halloween was produced for a mere 325,000 dollars. Yet, it has become one of the most iconic films, with one of the most recognizable villains, ever made. The film starred Jaime Lee Curtis, Donald Pleasence, and Tony Moran.

By Matt Cunningham

The art of film-making has the capability of changing pop culture for decades to come. Many films have accomplished this goal. Jaws, Raiders of the Lost Ark, Jurassic Park, and many others have had lasting impacts on our culture. However, there have been few films that have reached the iconic status of 1978’s slasher film, Halloween.

The film was a simple premise, as six-year old Michael Myers murders his 17 year old sister. Myers is sent to a mental institution for 15 years. On October 30, 1978, Myers was being transported to court, when he stole a car and escaped.

1978’s Halloween was produced for a mere $325,000. Yet, it has become one of the most iconic films with one of the most recognizable villains ever made. This is due to excellent directing and composing from John Carpenter. The film starred Jamie Lee Curtis, Donald Pleasence, and Tony Moran.

On October 19, 2018, Halloween fans finally got to sink their teeth into a direct sequel to the classic original film. After years of vastly disappointing sequels, 2018’s Halloween is an exceptional film. Luckily, it pretends that the other sequels never happened. The film features the acting talents of Jamie Lee Curtis (reprising her role of Laurie Strode), Judy Greer (Archer and Jurassic World) as Karen Strode (Laurie’s daughter), and Nick Castle as Michael Myers.

The plot of the movie mainly centers around Laurie, as she has been planning for Myers’ return for 40 years. She has isolated herself and has been trying to warn her family about his inevitable return. When Myers’ prison bus crashes, he is set free and will once again wreak havoc on Halloween night.  

This film is everything I want to see in a horror film. From start to finish, this is a terrifying, white-knuckle experience that had me on the edge of my seat. This is all because of stellar directing from David Gordon Green (Pineapple Express and Eastbound and Down). As soon as John Carpenter’s famous score crept into the film, it had me hooked. As the echoes of the audience cheering were going around the theatre when Myers put on his mask, the fun had only just begun.

Some truly touching character moments are sprinkled in throughout the film, as I found myself genuinely caring whether or not these characters lived or died. Laurie is the most developed character of the film, as she is one of the best female characters I have seen in recent memory. This is in large part due to an excellent performance from Jamie Lee Curtis. As Laurie desperately tries to warn her family that Michael Myers has escaped, we get to see some suspenseful, heart-pounding sequences.

The second act of the film is when Halloween (2018), becomes the most fun I’ve had in a theatre this year.  There is an exhilarating sequence involving a babysitter in a close-quartered house. The music drains out, as you begin to wonder where Myers could be hiding. David Gordon Green directs suspense so excellently, as I could feel my body tense up during these sequences. The film does not give the audience the relief of a jumpscare, as it builds more and more tension by not showing Michael Myers very much.

In terms of satisfaction in movies, there have been few films in recent memory that have given me as much as watching Myers complete his kills. They are not over the top, as they feel realistically violent.

The last 30 minutes of the film were some of the most thrilling and terrifying moments one can get out of a horror film. An unpredictable, unrelentingly suspenseful sequence makes the way this film wraps up extremely satisfying, even if it is somewhat abrupt.

Halloween (2018) was the most fun I’ve had at the movies this year. It’s a fast-paced thrill ride from beginning to end that all film lovers should experience. There have been a lot of memorable films this year, and this is no different. Halloween will scare the pants off you, and it’s worth it in the end. It is worth the full price of a ticket because I’m going to give 2018’s Halloween an A.  

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(רָעֵב) Hungry

This story is the second-place winner in the Front Page’s first ever Halloween Writing Contest.

This story is the second-place winner in the Front Page’s first ever Halloween Writing Contest.

By Adian Svensk

       The streets have teeth. Ivory individuals strewn and shattered. Serrated introspections in urine-stained pools. Mouths of darkened door stoops, littered with the remnants of consumption. Every light is broken, every window dark. A town cannibalized by the teeth that line every vein and vessel. They like to watch from the shadows.  As humanity ebbs with the setting sun. That’s when they come out. In the darkness. Walking down the lane where old Mrs. Quinby lives…lived. Or I suppose still lives if you can call it living. I can describe such an existence only as starving. Thirsting. When we get to her you’ll see… 

       Excuse me if my speaking seems obtuse, but this town is obtuse. It was constructed sometime in the last century and is, in all senses, a suburb. Except the sense in which it is connected to a city. If you were to walk to the edge of town and look out into the surrounding country you would see a flat wide expanse that is almost impossibly empty, except for the distant silhouette of a monument. A monument to nothing in particular, just one built for the sake of having one.

       But, we should get back to the street. It is long and dark and lined with houses, pressed close together, wall to wall. It looks almost as though there are only two houses, one on the left and one on the right, but there are many houses. One of which belongs to the aforementioned Mrs. Quinby.

       It should be noted that though she is called Mrs. Quinby she is not married, has never been married, and it is quite unlikely that she will be in the foreseeable future. That being said, at present, the future is not very foreseeable. Though, it never really has been foreseeable, seeing as the past interpretation of the present situation is not nor has ever been very accurate.

       But, that being said we should get back to the street. It is not a very straight street, in fact, this street makes up the entirety of the town. Except that it doesn’t quite make up the entirety of the town, but… That’s right the street, I should really get back to the street. I really must apologize my mind has a tendency to wander, in fact ever since I got here every time I have tried to talk or even think about the town I have found myself obsessing on small details such as the particular shade of green that tints the road sign. It is kind of lime but with a shade of forest and just the ever so subtle touch of neon. But, what was I talking about… Oh, that’s right the street.

       At this point I should just give up on the street, instead, I will try and describe the houses. Yes, um, yes the first house is brown. Not a particularly interesting shade, but it does feature a large rose bush growing in the driveway. Mrs. Quinby thinks it is abhorrent, but I have taken a liking to it. This is my house, or as I should say our house. There are many of us living in it as the town can get quite lonely and it eases the burden of transportation.

       There is Nora, who is, how should I put it… blind. Once when Mr. Oswald wrung the church bell too early she walked down the flight of stairs from the second story to the basement and as such has become quite blind. Then there is Nora, who despite her name, bears no resemblance to Mrs. Quinby, though, whenever she goes to the market is thought to be her twin sister. Another interesting fact about Nora is that she is dead and has been for the last three months. You may be wondering why she still lives there since she is, in fact, dead. Well, that is due to the undertaker accidentally taking Nora the blind when he came to collect Nora the Dead. In a fashion, I suppose they are both Nora the dead, and I also suppose that Nora the Blind no longer lives in the house.

       Actually, I no longer live in number 1 because after Nora the Dead started rotting I couldn’t take the stench, so I moved into the second house. House number 2 is red and also infested with mice. I did not realize this when I moved in, so I was not as careful as I should have been. Indubitably when I entered the house and hung up my mouse skin curtains the mice took offense and asked me to leave. They were quite polite so I obliged them and moved into house the numbered 3.

       This is where I first met Mrs. Quinby. She lived in the basement of number 3 and shares the space with her husband, Mr. Oswald, the minister. Actually, I also lived in the basement, or do I? I don’t know, it is getting awfully hard to think with Mrs. Quinby eating my brain, but where were we?

       Oh Yes, the street! It is a nice small street with only the three houses and the teeth. Oh Yes, the teeth! That’s what I was writing to tell you about! The people here are toenails… I mean teeth. Though now I don’t know what I meant by that… Maybe it has something to do with the mouth in the church. Oh, yes that’s the point I was trying to warn you about. There is a …church ..synagogue… in the center of town where we all meet every Thursday…. I mean Saturday. And about a month ago Mrs. Quinby opened the door to the basement and went down there with Nora the Mouse….. And then……. Teeth……….. 

       But enough about me…. How was your weekend in Bora Bora? You know, you should really come to visit some time. You can find me at…… Mrs. Quinby where are we exactly?

       Really? 

       Well, that’s peculiar, where exactly is רָעֵב? 

       What do you mean?……..Oh? …. You are רָעֵב, and that means……. 

       Oh.

Memories

This story is the third-place winner in the Front Page’s first ever Halloween Writing Contest.

This story is the third-place winner in the Front Page’s first ever Halloween Writing Contest. 

By Daniel Butts

        I was once human like you; a little girl with the hopes and dreams that one day I could marry into happiness; to be able to provide for my family, to live a happy life with my brother by my side to protect me. Those hopes of happiness are gone now; what I’ve become, what I’ve done are too unbearable for the human mind to comprehend. All I can see now is a world of pitch-black beings and shadowed visages of the buildings that once accepted me.  If you could see me now, I think you’d be disappointed.

       I never chose to be this way and I never wanted for you to be dragged into this nightmare of my own design. I wished to walk this path alone with my past behind me; but, it’s that past that drives me forward. It’s what’s left of my humanity that lulls me to an everlasting state of dormancy. I fear that should it end that I won’t be able to stop from others seeing what I’ve become. If you were to see me now, you would fall to your knees in awe and serve me in an unwillingness of what human nature dictates. I could destroy your mind, your soul, and your everlasting desires of happiness.

       These beings move unnaturally here. Their white soulless eyes are in drastic contrast with the rest of their black featureless bodies. They seem to slip and slither into the buildings; others seem to crawl around on the walls, their thoughts mapped out in a web of lies to the existing people that live on the other side.  It’s in this world, this world of dreams and nightmares that I travel through town unseen, unheard, and completely unnoticed by the humans.

       At least that’s what I thought to be true until one day someone did notice me. A little boy deep in his own sleep and thoughts, he was a prodigy in the making. He was being talked to by a being of drastic differences to anything I had seen in a long time. It had feminine features and was pure white with conflicting black eyes as she seemed to have him in a trance. I remembered this all too well with my brother. The desires of what anyone would want, the desire that any human had; the one desire that I still clung on to, the desire to be loved beyond family.

       It was then that I remembered the whispers in my mind of lies and deceit that urged me towards him. Why I did it beyond those urges are still beyond me but I scared her off, and hurt him. I always forget that I look like the rest of them; she lies I told him, don’t remember what she says. I reached out to touch him and it seemed to leave a lasting impact on him as I watched over him.

       This infatuation for him grew to rage, I wanted to be like him. I wanted to be a part of his world, to interact with normal people again to be seen again even if it was with undesirable gazes; at least I could be with him. Yet I knew the answer to join them, to throw away humanity and run to him and hold him in my arms. It would be no use to me though, as I did just that and he was corrupted by something that should never have been, something that should have never existed. I should never have existed and they made it very clear of that. Even without saying anything; their faces, their gasps, their lack of words all told me everything that I needed to hear.

       I wished others could feel the way I do, to understand how I felt; and now they do. I spread my so called ‘disease’, that’s what they called it; they don’t know how natural this can be though, that I merely planted a seed that their own emotions grew upon them to bloom into someone similar yet different to what I am now. I was once human like you; a little girl with hopes and dreams to lull me to sleep at night. But now I am something much greater than you. I am a queen, no I am a goddess. My name is Sally, the goddess of depression, the goddess of the inverted world, and it is now that I rise to my ascension over the human race.

FRCC Involvement Fair

By Matt Cunningham

On Wednesday, Sept. 26, FRCC held an involvement fair at the Westminster campus.  This event showcased the many ways students can get involved at FRCC. Clubs were the main focus of the event, but things such as basketball intramurals, Family Math Game Night, and campus tours were also presented to the attendees.  

The event was handled by Student Life organizer, Melanie Rocha. She explained that the event’s purpose was to “bring awareness to the students that these clubs exist.”  

The various clubs that attended the event were looking for new members to join and competed against each other for best booth design at the fair. The winning booth won a pizza party, and the students who visited the most places got to spin a prize wheel with gift cards to Amazon, footballs, and many other items.

Some of the standout booths included Technology Club, which featured Oculus Virtual Reality headsets, as well as a swath of other technological gadgets. Volleyball Club was another popular destination for the students who attended the fair, as it seemed that a lot of people were seeking out sports at FRCC. The club also managed to win the title of best booth design.

“The event is pretty effective with how it reaches out to students, and it’s the best way to display it,” said Volleyball Club president Maiger Lor.

Social media, as well as emailing students, were two alternative options to reach out to people in the future. Students can contact Student Life to find out more information about clubs, as well as how to create their own club.

Taste of College

By Drew Lascot

Fresh food and live music usually aren’t the kinds of things one would expect to find waiting in the FRCC Westminster parking lot, unless, of course, you happened to read one of the many of flyers posted around campus advertising the Taste of College: a festival full of games, activities, prizes, and food trucks held Sept. 13, all to celebrate the 50th anniversary of FRCC.

Even before the scheduled 4 p.m., a spread of food trucks started rolling up to park and prepare on campus, and the music department was busy setting up stage. Further east, near the greenhouse, was a student-built and designed escape room and a newly stocked art gallery.

Before long, the event was in full swing. Students, staff, and local community started filling up rows of seats near the stage, lines were forming by the food trucks, while others took to a cooler tented section of long tables. These tables in particular were scattered with candies in FRCC’s colors and vintage photos of the students and staff of the school circa 1970. Further toward the grass, near the Welcome Center, attendees were given sidewalk chalk and plenty of sidewalk to draw murals commemorating the golden anniversary. Closer to the front doors, on the actual grass, there was the bean bag tossing game, cornhole, and giant Jenga, among other activities for students and kids alike.

The music on stage was headlined by Dr. Kevin Garry of the music department, taking up his instrument of fame, the acoustic guitar. Accompanying him: a fiddle, electric bass, and a second guitar. These folks were all talents from within the school. Together, they heightened the laid-back, festival mood the event’s organizers hoped to accomplish to a level no radio station could.

From classical instrumentals to classic rock hits, the choice in music was as widespread as the food. Mexican, Italian, hot dogs, snow cones, even African cuisine were all offered; each seemed to garner equal attention.

The casual congregation of college and community struck a chord with many students, including Carolyn Rhodes, who was busy chowing down and listening to the live music.

“You get more involved when they do things like this,” Rhodes said. “People here are more involved in classes and work hard. They don’t get in and get out the same way when there’s something extra going on. It feels like [people who work for FRCC] care. Using their own money and resources shows that a bit too.”

Attendance only seemed to increase as the evening persisted; prizes were getting handed out faster, stations for games were filling up.

The mixing of students, staff, and locals from the neighborhood went just as campus Vice President Cathy Pellish had hoped. “Openness” was Pellish’s opening descriptor, when answering about the future of FRCC.

“We can’t be afraid to try new things,” said Pellish, regarding the school’s attitude in moving forward, and events like The Taste of College are definitely something different from the average when it comes to college happenings.

With simply so much to do, the event could offer something for everyone who came. A whole century of FRCC looks to be Pellish’s hope, and if contemporary, spontaneous-feeling events like these can keep appealing to students and local community, the school might accomplish just that.

 

Bringing the Weird and Dead to Life

by Madison Otten

Bust out your monster hunting kits, this October FRCC is going to be home to some of the most thrilling and chilling authors, who are coming to share their Tales From the Crypt!

On Thursday, Oct. 18, Bringing Weird and Dead Back to Life: Paranormal Author Panel will be held in the Bistro Cafe Rotunda from 6 to 7:30 p.m.

Paranormal and horror authors Molly Tanzer, Mario Acevedo, Stephen Graham Jones, and Carrie Vaughn will speak about their writing experiences, process, and works. Upon request the writers may even read some of their work for the audience. The authors will also participate in a question and answer session, and afterwards, will sign books. Refreshments will be provided.

This is the second annual iteration of this free event, which is sponsored by the Westminster Public Library, the FRCC Westminster English Department, and Barnes & Noble.

Tino Gomez, English professor, was one of the minds who organized this event.  

“We wanted to bring this pedagogy, excitement, and energy outside of the classroom,” said Gomez. “We wanted to bring real world experience in, authors who are actively engaged with the craft who attempt to publish avidly, and listen from the experts.”

Gomez expressed that he and Randy Russell, a writing professor and co-conspirator in organizing the panels, specifically chose the frightening style, because fantasy and horror are popular writing genres on campus. He explained that this event is tied to the creative writing classes that are available in the spring and fall semester. Gomez credits the Westminster Public Library for not only doing the promotional and marketing work, but also creating the connections between the authors and the school.

Student Leadership Conference

Written by Madison Otten

On Friday, Sept. 14, the Rocky Mountain Room was home to a crowd of students, FRCC faculty, staff, and special guest speakers.

The National Society of Leadership and Success, TRIO, Career Success Center, Advising, and Student Life helped create and host the first-ever Student Leadership Conference.

Presenters touched on different aspects of leadership,  responsibility, and the effects of social media. They challenged students to strengthen their capabilities and to investigate the origins of leaders.

TRIO Director Liz Schwebach was inspired to bring a conference to FRCC after attending a professional conference.

“We were just chatting, and I thought to myself, as a student, I never had an opportunity to go to any kind of conference, and I would imagine that most students don’t today,” said Schwebach. “I thought, ‘Wouldn’t it be pretty neat if students had the opportunity to learn, and in a condensed setting, the way professionals do about a specific topic?’”

FRCC President Andy Dorsey was one of the two keynote speakers who presented to the variety of attendants; he spoke on his life experiences and his rise to the position of FRCC President.

Dorsey gave a presentation on the responsibilities leadership entails. He emphasized how important it is for students to utilize their own capabilities in finding opportunities to develop their skills.

“I hope it helps students build more confidence in their ability to make change in the world,” said Dorsey. “I think this event is one of many opportunity at the school for students to get the skill and motivation to be successful there are also lots of other important opportunities; including NSLS, Phi Theta Kappa, TRIO program, student newspaper, etc. But I think this conference is a great addition.”

During lunch, participants listened to the second keynote speaker Crisanta Duran, Speaker of the House for the Colorado Assembly.  Duran noted how important is was for students to take charge and use their voices, not only in the voting boxes but within their communities.

“There are a lot of ways we can build our communities; we need to get more young people in the political process,” said Duran. “ I think it’s important for people not to underestimate their ability to change the world.”

While Duran’s segment focused on taking charge, other speakers highlighted looking deeper into the leaders and understanding them as people rather than legends.

“I feel like, thus far, you’re able to relate better to other leaders,” said Noah Parker, FRCC student. “Being able to look at past leaders and realize that they weren’t always leaders, that they had to come from somewhere, is encouraging.”

The conference’s centerpoint was what it means to be a leader, which as Schwebach said, means growing and developing as an individual.

“We looked at it as an opportunity to partner with faculty where we could bring minds together in a platform where students could learn, engage, and think about what gift they want to give their future selves,” Schwebach said.  “We want them to really think about how we can start planting those seeds now so they can be a better version of themselves down the road.”

Schwebach confirmed that there would be a leadership conference in the fall of 2019. Another opportunity for leaders to grow, will be a leadership retreat hosted by Student Life at the YMCA of the Rockies during the spring semester.

The Predator Review

Hollywood continues to make a lot of movies that people recognize; whether it’s sequels, reboots, or prequels. This trend continues with Hollywood’s latest blockbuster, The Predator.  

By Matt Cunningham

Hollywood continues to make a lot of movies that people recognize; whether its sequels, reboots, or prequels. This trend continues with Hollywoods latest blockbuster, The Predator.  The movie was released on September 14,  and is currently still playing in most movie theaters. The film was directed by Shane Black, an actor from the original Predator from 1987.  There were high hopes for the film, as Shane Black was a fairly popular choice to direct when it was announced. That is why this is one of the most shocking cinematic experiences I have been to in recent memory. This film is so filled to the brim with comedic one-liners that it should be classified as a comedy.

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The original classic,  Predator, brought loads of suspense with a unique and interesting plot.  It came out on June 12, 1987, and brought a sense of originality that the new film failed to achieve.  An extremely tough and intelligent group of people are sent to investigate a jungle where there has been suspicious activity, but it all goes horribly wrong when they encounter the menacing Predator. The original also had some A-list acting, with Arnold Schwarzenegger playing the lead role.  

In the 2018 film, the acting and plot has sadly taken a severe turn for the worse. The Predator in 2018, feels that audiences will be pleased with the idea of originality if the film puts in a bigger predator. The vast majority of the plot centers around the fact that there is a bigger predator, with the same exact look and feel of the original-sized predator.  The only reason that the bigger predator comes to Earth, is because Jacob Tremblay’s character, Rory, finds the predator mask in the mail.

Boyd Holbrook, who had an astounding performance in 2017’s Logan, plays the main protagonist, Quinn McKenna. This character is supposed to be a guy the audience is rooting for during the movie. The only arc that is given to his hollow personality is that he becomes closer to his estranged son by the end of the film. There is no other attempt to develop his character, which was a bitter disappointment.

On an even worse note, his kid may have been the worst child acting performance Ive seen in a big-budget film.  Jacob Tremblay, who has shown he has excellent acting chops in films such as Room and Wonder, plays Rory.  He clearly was miscast for this character. He is continuously not phased by a frightening alien in the Predator, itself. Keep in mind, this kid is probably around 10 or 11 years old. Jacob Tremblays performance wasn’t right for this movie, and it feels like they cast him solely because of his previous work.  

The major question is how well the Predators costume and effects hold up. Yes, it looks stellar and is clearly designed by a talented group of people. When the Predator is ripping people to shreds in a brutally bloody fashion, it can be entertaining.

However, all suspense is alleviated when Keegan Michael Keys (Why Him? and Horrible Bosses 2) character, Trevante Rhodes (Moonlight), or anyone else on screen makes a witty one-liner. For example, Trevante Rhodes’ character in the opening sequence of the movie says,

“Be careful, this thing’s idea of tourism is fucking you up.” It cant be denied that these one-liners are extremely funny, because they really are hilarious. There is sadly such a minute amount of skill being portrayed by the cast and the director, that it just makes this movie so bad that its good.  

The Predator stands as one of the worst films of the year, sure. However, there are so many outrageously laugh-out-loud moments that it makes this movie a joy to watch. Whether or not the writers were going for comedic moments, this movie is hysterically awful. The film is nowhere near worth the price of admission, but it would be a heck of a time to watch it with some friends on Netflix in the future.  

No Predator film has ever lived up to the original, but 2018s version is one that I will remember as one of the best bad movies Ive ever seen. While some people will want to get to the chopperto escape the asininity of this film, I will still recommend it for the hilarity of it all.  I’ll give The Predator a C-.