<p>Perhaps attempting to replicate the success of the second, more action-packed <em>Alien</em> film entitled <em>Aliens</em>, the <em>Predator</em> series is hoping that plural, rather than numerical, equals popular with its new installment <em>Predators</em>. The "s" is all well and good, but the film seems to be missing something that was essential to the success of the first film, namely: Body Mass. Instead of the bulging, pulsating musculature of Arnie, Carl and the sexual Tyrannosaurus, we have Adrien "physique of a holocaust victim" Brody. Even with the green-screen madman Robert Rodriguez producing, the film is already about 700 pounds of muscle too light. The film follows Brody and a bunch of other mercenaries, death-squad members, and degenerates as they fight an impossible battle on another planet against a platoon of predators. If Arnie could barely kill one, the odds are pretty bad for these fellows.</p><p></p>Reviews have been all right for an action movie, with Stephen Holden from <a href="http://movies.nytimes.com/2010/07/09/movies/09predators.html?ref=movies">The Times</a> saying: "This genre-savvy film, directed by Nimrod Antal (<em>Control</em>) from a screenplay by Michael Finch and Alex Litvak, stuffs Mr. Brodyâs mouth with handfuls of sticky verbal popcorn.<p></p>"Noisy, overstuffed with special effects and embellished with pretentious visual quotations from <em>Apocalypse Now</em>, <em>Predators</em> might be taken as a karmic morality tale whose human predators finally get their comeuppance. But as its momentum accelerates, and its special effects transform it into a pulpy cartoon, <em>Predators</em> loses its judgment and turns into a frantic, clichÃ©d chase film. This chaotic stew of fire, blood, mud and explosives is so devoid of terror and suspense that any metaphorical analysis is rendered moot."