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I enjoyed this film from beginning to end. Predator: Badlands is a lively, pulpy sci-fi adventure that embraces the weirder corners of its universe instead of playing it safe. One of the biggest surprises was the sheer variety of aliens and creatures on display, actual designs with personality, not the copy-paste, smooth-textured CGI hordes that have become standard in so many modern sci-fi films. Too often studios fall back on the same generic digital monsters you've seen in everything from Edge of Tomorrow's interchangeable mimics to the bland alien armies in half the post-2010 blockbusters. This film avoids that trap entirely.

More importantly, it refuses to be boxed in by a rigid idea of what a Predator movie is supposed to be. Instead, it leans into what the franchise could become if it stopped limiting itself to the same jungle, the same setup, the same beats. In that sense, it shares the same refreshing spirit as Prey, a willingness to expand the mythology rather than recycle it.

If you're open to seeing the series stretch beyond its usual boundaries, Badlands is a surprisingly invigorating direction.

Guillermo del Toro's long-awaited Frankenstein looks gorgeous. Every frame drips with gothic mood, fog, and expensive misery, but beneath the candlelight and thunder, there's surprisingly little spark.

Oscar Isaac broods handsomely as Victor Frankenstein, Jacob Elordi growls meaningfully as the Creature, and Mia Goth floats around like a ghost from a better movie. The problem isn't the cast, it's that the film mistakes atmosphere for emotion. It lingers endlessly on ornate sets and tragic speeches, but never makes us feel the tragedy.

Guillermo del Toro's Frankenstein is yet another gorgeously crafted remake from a director who seems more obsessed with resurrecting old monsters than creating new life of his own.

The sets are lavish, the lighting dramatic, and the acting suitably tortured, but haven't we seen this before? Del Toro keeps rummaging through the cinematic graveyard, stitching together the classics he grew up loving, then calling it reinvention. From Pinocchio to Nightmare Alley and now Frankenstein, he's become the prestige version of Dr. Frankenstein himself: endlessly reanimating other people's creations, hoping they'll spark something original.

There's beauty here, but it's embalmed beauty, the kind you admire behind glass. Del Toro's passion for monsters once felt fresh and personal; now it feels like brand maintenance. Maybe it's time he stopped reviving the past and tried creating something that isn't already haunting cinema history.

By the third act, the story has drowned in its own melancholy. It's a stunning museum piece all stitched-together beauty, no heartbeat.

Mary Shelley's novel was about playing God. Del Toro's version feels like watching God stare lovingly at his lighting department.

Surprisingly spot-on adaptation. Murderbot manages to keep that low-key, sarcastic tone from the books without making the show feel heavy or stiff. It knows exactly what it is, a sci-fi story with existential undertones, but without screaming "look how deep this is."

Visually, it's sleek without being overproduced, and the main character carries the entire thing with the perfect mix of "I don't care" and "fine, I'll save you... again."

What works best? The human side of it. Not in a sentimental way, but in how it handles connection, identity, and free will, letting those things breathe without overexplaining.

Honestly, the only downside? The episodes are too short. Just when you're fully immersed, the credits roll. It leaves you wanting more, in a good way, but still.

Definitely worth watching, especially if you like sci-fi that lets characters be complex, systems be broken, and AI have more personality than half the humans around them.