Every time you think it's dead, it's back for another hunt. Since John McTiernan's classic original, the Predator franchise has gone through all manner of evolutions; our favourite dreadlocked killer has swapped the clammy jungles of Central America for the grimy streets of LA, mixed it up with Xenomorphs, dipped its claws in animation (not to mention comic books, novels, video games and toys aplenty) and shifted from gritty action-horror to rollocking buddy-cop japes.
That latter twist came in the form of this year's thoroughly entertaining Predator: Badlands, the third of Dan Trachtenberg's entries in the series, and arguably the surest sign yet that the Yautja is in the midst of a new golden age. In fact, with two new Predator films releasing this year, what better time to cast a look back over the franchise as a whole, and rank them in reverse order of greatness? Let's separate the weaklings from the alphas, shall we?
