The thing about The Predator is, we only see him when he's on vacation. I'm sure most days he wears a tie and works a regular 9-5 job like everyone else on Predatoria. It's only in the summer, when the weather gets unusually hot, that he takes the space shuttle to space Fire Island - Earth - and for once lets his dreads down. He pulls on his mesh tank top, zips up his cloacaless chaps, and suddenly he's not "Glordon, from the bank" anymore, he's the S E X U A L P R E D A T O R, here to turn our buffest dudes inside out. That movie would be so empowering if it didn't end in suicide!