Showing posts with label Predator. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Predator. Show all posts

Tuesday, 7 August 2018

“THERE'S SOMETHING OUT THERE WAITING FOR US, AND IT AIN'T NO MAN.”


Billy (Predator)

Hot on the heels of my success with the Alien figure (well, I saw it as a success), I decided to tackle another little model-and-paint job. Hold up in a dust covered box in the attic, I’d been keeping this little kit.

It’s a 14” model kit of the Predator, as seen in the first Arnold Schwarzenegger film. It was a gift when I was about 13 years old, and at the time (and still to this day, if a little less so) a big fan. The kit itself is pretty basic under close scrutiny; the casting isn’t particular good (the bones in particular worn across the chest are terrible) and it doesn’t fit together snugly when assembled. Many years ago the thing came to pieces, and some, like the wrist blades, were lost entirely. Other aspects, such as the wires and pipes which connect the shoulder weapon to the arm and the mask, never even existed.

The kit (in pieces) and some colour references.


Now, I’m presently 35, so back when I was 14 there was little in the way of publicity stills and (even if it existed at the time, which I doubt) our home certainly didn’t have internet. Therefore, my father, who first painted this for me, took a running guess at the colours. I only noticed ion later years that he’d come up short, and being colour blind (which we both are) probably didn’t help any. Anyway, as you can see here, he went for greens and bronze, which, to his credit, in the jungle light it often looks this way. This time around though I opted to find the right colours.

A quick internet search turns up some great images. The creature’s skin is actually a pallid flesh, with browner patches and darker spots. The finger and toe nails are shiny black, like the ‘hair’, with bronze adornments. The bones he wears are polished and near-white, the clothing is earthy, and the amour is a dirty metallic silver. I figure every Predator is a little different, so while I probably won’t be able to match this pallet exactly, I can at least get pretty close to it.

Amended base and new bones added.


First I assemble the Predator, and when I’m happy (my God this was a fucking pain, for some reason it just would not stick), I add a few extra touches; I use plastic pipes and electrical wire to the shoulder cannon, I seal up the gap in the hair with extra dreadlocks made of model putty (although, in all honesty I kinda mess this up and hope to fix it somehow), and I cut-up a small plastic dinosaur toy for the bones on the necklace. Then I glue the predator to the base and coat in black paint.

Next I tackle the base. My father originally glued real twigs and plants to it, but these perished pretty fast, so this time I’m going to use plastic plants, which I acquire in cheap shops, with the exception of the tree stump. For this, I actually venture out to find a suitable piece of wood, which I then proceed to cut and hack to fit. It’s already dried-out, so I give it a clean, and a very thorough black paint job to seal-in anything unpleasant (yes, this may well be the final resting place of some unfortunate centipede or woodlouse, this I will have to live with).

Painting under way.


I paint the base first with a mixture of greens, grays and browns and various ink washes (again, detail not as important as it will be on the Predator itself), along with the feet, before I attach the plastic plants- because I know doing this will obscure and make it difficult to paint anything below the knees.

Next I tackle the bones, which are a pretty straight forward white, and then the skin. I start with a fleshy hue, and onto this, with a drab brown, I add the mid-tone markings. On this I add another layer of spots, this time in very dark brown, and use a pale cream on the meatier parts of the Predator’s body and limbs. After this, the fabric and the armor. It all comes together quite fast, but a little bright, which was my intention, as I then use a dark brown ink-wash over the whole figure, which runs into the cracks and grooves, bringing out the detail while also muting the colours a little. Onto this I add a few minor highlights to the folds in the fabrics and gloves, the bones, and to the lighter patches of the skin.

Near completion.


By this point the Predator is almost complete, but there's an issue I've been wrestling with; the mold of the model does not include the 'body netting'. I consider painting and tacking a fruit net, but this is a job beyond my skill, I'm more a bodger than I am a model artist. So, instead, I opt to carefully paint this directly onto the model. The danger here is that if I go wrong, I ruin the skin and may need to start from scratch, but in the end (a few mistakes aside) I'm generally pleased with the result.

And it's finished. Here it is, in all it's otherworldly glory, my repaint / fixer-upper Predator figure (Although I have yet to add replacement wrist blades to the right arm)...




Monday, 10 October 2016

PREDATOR 2: Full-Tilt Review


"Pussy face": what kinda' girls is Glover spending time with?!?

“This is Tony Pope, live from L.A., the city of fear, where the psycho vigilante killer continues his daily diet for murder. Bodies strung out. Bodies with the skins ripped off. The hearts torn from the cadavers...” Tony Pope


Synopsis:

Los Angeles is in the grip of a bloody turf war between Columbian and Jamaican drug cartels, and the only thing standing between them and total anarchy is the LAPD, among them the hardened and seemingly unstoppable Lieutenant Mike Harrigan. However, Harrigan finds his investigations hampered by the arrival of a secretive Federal task-force, and soon discovers that the cities most recent spate of brutal killings is the work of an alien creature that hunts for sport...

Script: 1/2 – Fun, if by-the-numbers.

Pace: 2/2 – Starts fast and doesn't let-up.

Acting: 1/2 – Characters are painted in broad strokes but played well.

Aesthetic: 2/2 – The creature and gore effects all all top-draw.

Intention: 2/2 – Not content to re-hash, it builds on what has come before.




Final Word: 8/10

Directed by Stephen Hopkins (who's career has never exactly bloomed beyond B-movie fare), Predator 2 caught a lot of flack on it's release; often thought of as a bitter disappointment to Schwarzenegger's 1987 monster-flick, and even today is considered controversial for scenes of gratuitous violence and questionable racial stereotypes. Despite that, as a blood-thirsty teenager I was more than satisfied, and even now as a (slightly) better-adjusted adult I think most of the criticism directed against the film is totally unfair.

Sure, it IS bloody, but then, it IS a horror movie, and no more gory than the first Predator film. While this sequel may play-up the ethnic-drug-dealer stereotypes, it's not as if gangs like these don't exist, and one should also consider that three of the four heroic leads in Predator 2 are of either black or Latino heritage.

While Predator 2 isn't exactly high-art, it provides all the genre thrills you could really ask for in a film about an intergalactic alien slaughtering its way across the city, and in my honest opinion it's a worthy successor to the original. It does more than simply serve up more of what's come before, shifting the action into the 'concrete jungle' of Los Angeles, giving the titular creature a new hunting-ground to explore, and a whole bunch of new tools to mangle his victims with. Danny Glover makes a suitably ballsy successor to Arnie, chewing and smashing his way from scene-to-scene with gusto. His opening scene, in which he is introduced as a gun-toting loose-cannon, is hilariously super-charged to the point of derangement- and in a nice bit of writing that askews expectations, this crusading super-hero is given a humerus fear of heights, which is more than a simple throw-away joke as Harrigan's pursuit of the Predator will see him in a number of lofty locals. Gary Busey (who also starred with Glover in Lethal Weapon) makes the most of his scenes as Agent Keys, the human antagonist, while Maria Conchita Alonso and Bill Paxton swagger and fight alongside Glover as his crime-fighting LAPD partners through an urban nightmare populated by sleazy journalists, sweating gang-bangers and ruthless government agencies.

There's a number of entertaining scenes throughout the film's 95 min run-time; the massacre on-board a moving subway is a particular stand-out moment of inventive carnage and dark humor (with the LA commuters packing some serious heat), as is a cat-and-mouse pursuit through an old slaughter house that sees an attempt to apprehend the Predator go quite badly, and the final reveal on-board the creature's hidden shuttle...





All in all, Predator 2 is just a fun film, with all the dials turned up to 11, and like the original before it, it's bloody, uncouth, quotable (“this is not about money, this is about power”) high-octane and ridiculously macho.