Predator: Killer of Killers
Predator: Killer of Killers
While three of the fiercest warriors in human history—a Viking raider, a ninja in feudal Japan, and a WWII pilot—are killers in their own right, they are merely prey for their new opponent: the ultimate killer of killers.
Hipster ZOMBIE reviewedJune 7, 2025
Predator: Killer of Killers is a brutal, blood-soaked, and visually arresting triumph for the Predator franchise. It is a unrelenting animated anthology that morphs into an unexpected and wildly satisfying battle royale in a thrilling finale. The film dares to do something bold: instead of following a single narrative, it slices the story into separate encounters, each one dripping with its own unique cultural flavor and tension, only to bring all the threads together in a thunderous final act set on the Predators’ own hellish homeworld.
The animation is nothing short of stunning. Bold, stylized, it swings between the grit of heavy-metal comic panels and anime-infused motion. Each segment is drawn with its own aesthetic, the iconic Alan Silvestri Predator theme even alters itself from story to story to accommodate the setting and era it is in. The gore is unapologetically graphic—spines are ripped, limbs torn, and skulls claimed, gore fans will have a visual feast with this one.
What sets Killer of Killers apart is its story structure. What begins as a globe- and time-spanning anthology suddenly tightens into an epic coliseum showdown. The twist: each of the warriors thought they had won their personal battles, only to be abducted for a final trial by fire on Yautja Prime, The Predator’s Home World. This grand battle royale is a glorious, crescendo of violence and strategy, where raw strength, centuries-old code, and futuristic engineering crash into one another in beautifully orchestrated chaos.
The action? Ferocious. Every clash sings with detail — blades scraping, explosions tearing across alien terrain, the silence before a kill broken by the wet crunch of bone. And yet the film still finds emotional beats, giving each warrior flashes of humanity even in the carnage.
And for fans of Prey, there’s a delicious little Easter egg tucked into the final frames: a glimpse of a familiar flintlock pistol, reverently stored in the Predator archives. It’s a perfect nod to director Dan Trachtenberg’s Prey, slyly hinting that even that story isn’t finished. Not to mention we see an Indian girl in suspended animation that may or may not be Naru, the female protagonist from Prey.
Predator: Killer of Killers is a bloody gift to longtime fans, and a daring shot in the arm for a franchise that continues to evolve. Brutal, beautiful, and brilliantly weird, it’s a worthy addition to the mythos. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!