My Experience With Alien Vs. Predator

     Ah, Alien Vs. Predator. I remember watching that movie when I was four. And that's a little strange. You might ask me, "Why were you watching an R rated movie when you were four?" But then I'll say, "I didn't even know how to use a remote when I was four. My grandma was watching it when I got home from preschool." Then you'll say, "Why was your grandma watching that movie?" And then I'll say, "I dunno, she was probably looking for a crime show or something." And after that you'll walk away feeling kind of weird. But I'll cut to the chase.

     So I come home from preschool and my grandma is sitting on the couch watching this strange movie. So I walk over and sit with her. I can't remember our conversation, but we were both mesmerized by what was on the T.V. screen.

     With all the violence and gore and stuff, I can't believe that my four year old mind wasn't shattered and traumatized. I just sat on the couch, watching. My grandma did the same. At first glance, it was a typical scene. Just a grandma and her grandson watching T.V. But once you look at the screen, you'll see AN ALIEN HUNTER MERCILESSLY KILLING EVERYTHING IN ITS PATH! Yeah, but later in my life I'll learn it was a typical scene. At least in my crazy family.

    Anyway, it's near the end of the movie when Predator burns the symbol on the woman's face. And when that happened, I remember my grandma saying, "What a brave woman..." I felt the same way. And then comes the scene where Predator is on the ship and  some kind of hybrid Chestburster pops out of his ribcage. The end. Gee, thanks Grandma for letting me watch such a horrific movie. Actually, I thought the movie was cool (even if it was a bit corny) and I spent nice, quality time with her. So, seriously, thanks Grandma.

     OH CRUD! A XENOMORPH!