Film after film: Predator (dir. John McTiernan, 1987)
My August is clearly for catching up with the 1980s–1990s mainstream, sleeper, how-come-they-weren't, and never-would-be hits. This film propelled Schwarzenegger to the box-office performer tops, toppling then slightly struggling Stallone, both of whom I couldn't care less as a not yet a teenager. While the latter may actually be a more versatile actor (which means having a repertoire of at least three faces, i.e. one more than Schwarzenegger), the former seems to have found here an outlet for well-paid fun. It's a slick, fast-paced, stupid-testosterone-heavy action-horror film, with some nicely-aged special effects.