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With his 2001-ish Hellraiser-in-space creep-out Event Horizon and 2002’s kung fu zombie feature Resident Evil, director Paul W.S. Anderson is fast becoming a master of genre-recombinant guilty pleasures. Alien vs. Predator is the apotheosis of his embarrassingly enjoyable approach to source poaching. Led by multiculti Ripley replacement Alexa (Sanaa Lathan), a crew of scientists go to the Arctic and discover a superhuge below-ice pyramid in which the titular Reagan-era monster icons are about to start duking it out. The intergalactic Third World revenge subtext of the original Predator—dreadlocked alien jungle warriors kick Schwarzenegger-ian Euro-butt—becomes literal, as, amid Cambodian, Aztec, and Egyptian pyramid wall carvings, Alexa buddies up with Predator to battle their shared acid-blooded nemesis. Anderson gleefully answers every fanboy/girl’s geekazoidal What if? with monster throw-downs shot in easily parsed post-Matrix hyperaction. AvP fairly bulges with screw-loose invention, a casually blasphemous alt.biblical alien/Predator/humanity-origins backstory, jaw-droppingly lame/awesome Predator sky dance(!), and, whew, hardly any monster CGI.