Skullsplitter
Sr Member
Well, where to start?
At the tender age of 10, there was this anouncement on TV, and some of the images just stuck with me, even though I couldn't remember the name. For some odd reason, the commando-jungle setting and the flashing eyes (I remembered them in the color of bright blue/white instead of yellow, and being seen more than just once) kept with me for years, with intrigue.
Then there was this P2 cover in the local videorental that had the P2 full frontal in a sort of office-surrounding. This bestranged me, didn't know it was an alien then, but it sure looked funky. The spear he held, the mask, the armor... It looked awesome, but I was expecting sort of a slasher I guess, even though I hadn't seen one. (on a sidenote, I always believed that the bar Han Solo and Luke Skywalker used in the crusher-scene in A New Hope was much like the P2 spear, don't ask me why)
Years go by, I turn 13-14 or so, and AVP was announced. Not the film, but the PC-video game. It was described as a action-adventure, something that combined the Lucasarts point and click adventures with something like Quake in my mind, and I started daydreaming about what it could be. Mind you, I never seen any Alien or Predator film, all I had to go by where the Alien Comics (which looked rather cyberpunk in my mind back then) and my (false) memories of Predator.
The age of internet started around that same period, so every bit I could find on Predator and Alien got combed over week after week. I had a tendency of switching interests every few months or so, so it was much Independence Day (loved those aliens), AVP, Spawn, AVP, and so on.
First I started to notice how false my memories have been through the pictures I found, but I yet had to see the film itself. I secretly bought a VHS copy and watched it in 3 parts when my parents were asleep. The first time I saw it finished, I was severely underwhelmed: was that it? In my mind, there was a lot more to it, it felt deeper and more immersive.
Over time, I watched the flick several tens of times, and I grew to like it, though my memories of it were better.
Same goes for P2 though.
All and all, I fell in love with the creature for several reasons to an obsessive level.
I think it's the design, so primal yet advanced, the look of the creature underneath all the tech that was the main appeal to me. The longer you look/know the creature, the more you see.
Also, I think it really is sort of a fantasy: the creature is everything you can't/won't be: strong, fast, athletic, gruesome, no remorse, no real ethics (honour my ass, the only thing that they do honour is a prey who is able to fight back, or their health allowing to, all the rest is bull IMO) and the ****** get's away with it.
It is what we can't be, so it's a form of venting our frustration I guess, in the same way FPS-games are ideal to let go some agression at times. This venting, projecting all our insecurities on something that has none, is really a large part of it's appeal.
That, and his total lack of personal hygiene J/K
I live and breathe the Predator, everywhere I go I see references around me or inspiration for my ongoing personal Predator Design Project (I really need to get going with that some more), and I'm totally obsessed with anything related.
At the tender age of 10, there was this anouncement on TV, and some of the images just stuck with me, even though I couldn't remember the name. For some odd reason, the commando-jungle setting and the flashing eyes (I remembered them in the color of bright blue/white instead of yellow, and being seen more than just once) kept with me for years, with intrigue.
Then there was this P2 cover in the local videorental that had the P2 full frontal in a sort of office-surrounding. This bestranged me, didn't know it was an alien then, but it sure looked funky. The spear he held, the mask, the armor... It looked awesome, but I was expecting sort of a slasher I guess, even though I hadn't seen one. (on a sidenote, I always believed that the bar Han Solo and Luke Skywalker used in the crusher-scene in A New Hope was much like the P2 spear, don't ask me why)
Years go by, I turn 13-14 or so, and AVP was announced. Not the film, but the PC-video game. It was described as a action-adventure, something that combined the Lucasarts point and click adventures with something like Quake in my mind, and I started daydreaming about what it could be. Mind you, I never seen any Alien or Predator film, all I had to go by where the Alien Comics (which looked rather cyberpunk in my mind back then) and my (false) memories of Predator.
The age of internet started around that same period, so every bit I could find on Predator and Alien got combed over week after week. I had a tendency of switching interests every few months or so, so it was much Independence Day (loved those aliens), AVP, Spawn, AVP, and so on.
First I started to notice how false my memories have been through the pictures I found, but I yet had to see the film itself. I secretly bought a VHS copy and watched it in 3 parts when my parents were asleep. The first time I saw it finished, I was severely underwhelmed: was that it? In my mind, there was a lot more to it, it felt deeper and more immersive.
Over time, I watched the flick several tens of times, and I grew to like it, though my memories of it were better.
Same goes for P2 though.
All and all, I fell in love with the creature for several reasons to an obsessive level.
I think it's the design, so primal yet advanced, the look of the creature underneath all the tech that was the main appeal to me. The longer you look/know the creature, the more you see.
Also, I think it really is sort of a fantasy: the creature is everything you can't/won't be: strong, fast, athletic, gruesome, no remorse, no real ethics (honour my ass, the only thing that they do honour is a prey who is able to fight back, or their health allowing to, all the rest is bull IMO) and the ****** get's away with it.
It is what we can't be, so it's a form of venting our frustration I guess, in the same way FPS-games are ideal to let go some agression at times. This venting, projecting all our insecurities on something that has none, is really a large part of it's appeal.
That, and his total lack of personal hygiene J/K
I live and breathe the Predator, everywhere I go I see references around me or inspiration for my ongoing personal Predator Design Project (I really need to get going with that some more), and I'm totally obsessed with anything related.