Alienses vs. Predatorses

Since Mike spent the day with Sam, I went to the gym with excessor and helped him work his shoulders. The pain did not seem too severe, except he couldn't lift his arms afterwards. Oh well.

Then we had dinner at Togos and zipped over to the Mercado (a styrofoam-and-vinyl-sprayon-stucco palace on 101 in Santa Clara) for Alien vs. Predator. It doesn't deserve too much comment -- enjoyable bubble gum, every cliche in the book and then some, and no surprises. Both the Aliens and the Predators had to be made considerably less formidable than in the originals for the plot to work (Aliens can now be killed by super-spears and swords, Predators don't immediately kill everything and even stop to take their helmets off to perform tribal warrior-style rituals. Which proves to be unwise, but anyway....)

The effects were kind of fun, and if you didn't think too much it was fine. Oh, and we want to know why the heroine wasn't freezing to death in a skimpy knit top. Guess a fight scene is better if there are also boobs in the frame.

And I had to hold excessor's hand during the scary bits. I'm immune, but his sensitive soul couldn't take the sight of alien-crab-things coming out of oozing, gelatinous eggs.