“In the theater, when Adrien Brody came out topless, there was a noticeable titter that rolled through the audience.
The guy was ripped, but it was…weird somehow. It felt maybe like “This is what happens in action movies” so there you go. Or like “I got super shredded for this, I’ll be damned if I’m not going to show it off.”
I see no reason why our next Predator fighter couldn’t be a pot-bellied dad. You know the type. He’s out of shape, probably couldn’t run a block, but he’s got those hands where if he got ahold of you, you’d never escape.
While we’re at it, the Predator could be in the same shape. An ex-space-football coach gone to seed.
Predator: Dadcore.”