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By the time Naru stands opposite the Predator in hand-to-face-pincer combat, coating herself in the creature’s phosphorescent green blood, it’s clear that even a “Predator” movie can now be styled as a lesson in how to be. And when you watch “Prey,” a routine if visually atmospheric monster potboiler made over into a fable of “moral” inspiration, you realize how common it is for a movie to send a telegram these days. It’s a famous Hollywood quote, attributed to both Samuel Goldwyn and Jack Warner, that “if you want to send a message, use Western Union.” That line is a testament to the vulgarity of the old studio moguls (plenty of great movies have messages), yet there’s a certain stubborn truth in it. And Naru, beneath her innocent surface, proves not just the biggest badass in the tribe but the only one who grasps the danger. She’s the one who first figures out that the wildlife she’s tracking is being tracked by something else this is a grizzly-bear-eat-dog-eat-rabbit movie in which the Predator sits at the top of the food chain. But the journey of Naru lends it a semblance of emotional coherence that most of the “Predator” films have lacked. As an alien-attack thriller, “Prey” is competent and well-paced, though with little in the way of surprise. The rippings and slashings, first of animals and then of humans, arrive right on cue, and they’re brutal enough to have earned the film an R rating. We might also now ask: Is the fact that this demon has dreadlocks…kind of racist? In this one, he’s not only got a metal loincloth but a ripped belly that looks like it came off a cover of Men’s Fitness. But it would be monotonous to have him hidden for the whole movie, so the Predator gradually becomes visible - which is always a bit of a letdown, as we come to see how rotely anthropomorphic he is. Once again, we try to divine his shape from the translucent camouflage that turns him into glistening honeycomb glass, with metallic fingers that shoot out like Freddy Krueger’s claws. In the pristine wilderness of “Prey,” he now seems like a cloaked version of Bigfoot. But “Prey,” trying to introduce the creature to a new generation (in this one he’s played by Dane DiLiegro), goes through the game of treating his semi-invisibility as a kind of striptease. There’s not much mystery left to the Predator, who has been revealed in too many sequels too many times. But when Naru, who at times suggests the Cherokee warrior Nanye-hi as played by Olivia Rodrigo, looks up to see a fiery spacecraft, it’s clear she’s going to need all her training and more.

“Because you all think I can’t!” comes the 18th-century girl-power reply. “Why do you want to hunt?” asks Naru’s mother. She has a rivalrous relationship with her brother, Taabe (Dakota Beavers), that plays out over the course of the movie. For a while we could almost be watching a historical Disney fable about a warrior who comes of age, as Naru, in her black eye-mask face paint and fringed buckskin, trains herself in how to rock a crossbow and toss a tomahawk. Visually, the movie is all vibrant green woods, mountain vistas and sunlit meadows. The actors in “Prey” consist almost entirely of Native and First Nation’s talent, marking the film as a step forward in Indigenous casting. Now, in an act of recycling you might think of as Hollywood composting, the Predator is back - in a movie set in the Comanche Nation in 1719, where Naru (Amber Midthunder), a fiery young woman consumed with proving herself as a hunter, stands up against the male leaders of her tribe in order to rid the Northern Great Plains of a malevolent otherworldly visitor.
