The Comanche Nation, 1717: Naru (Amber Midthunder) is a young Comanche warrior who isn’t taken seriously as a hunter because of her gender. Seeking to prove her mettle, she tags along with her brother, Taabe (Dakota Beavers), a tribe favorite, and his friends as they set off to hunt down the lion that has mauled one of their fellows. Something else is a-hunting, too: a goddamn Predator, because this is, of course, the latest installment in the incredibly unsteady sci-fi/action/horror franchise (smartly, the film has Naru interpret the arriving spaceship as a mystical omen).
You know the drill, and perhaps familiarity dulls the impact a bit: the Predator (6’9” ex-basketballer Dane DiLiegro) is an alien bwana on safari, using an array of hand weapons, a nifty shoulder-mounted gun, and a cloaking technology that renders him almost invisible. Of course, as we’ve been saying since at least 1924, the most dangerous game is man, and across four preceding movies plus two crossovers with the Alien franchise, the Predator has killed and been killed by a variety of muscled military men, starting with Arnold Schwarzenegger and the boys in John McTiernan’s 1987 genre classic.