Predators, a reboot of one of the most loved 1980s action franchises, wants so badly to be badass that you almost feel sorry for it. It’s like a gawky adolescent straddling uncomfortably on a big motorbike he can barely control in a bid to impress the toughest kids in the schoolyard. At its every step, the film invites you to compare it to the manly swagger of the 1987 classic, Predator, which paired Arnold Schwarzenegger with Die Hard director John McTiernan when both were at the top of their game. But the comparison does it no favours.