The first AVP film is one of the few 'horror' films that have ever made me want to weep. I love Aliens, and I love Predators. But nothing in that film had anything at all to do with the creatures that I have grown so fond of. None of it makes sense. At all. And the Predator who decided to take off his helmet in a room full of facehuggers actually needed a good hard slap before the thing latched on to him. >_> I mean, dear god, how dumb do you have to be??

I got up and left half way through it. I actually couldn't sit in a cinema through the whole thing listening to the people behind me whispering about how cool it was. I eventually saw it all the way through when I was working at the video store in London, and it was ever bit as bad as I remembered.