Predator: Hunting Grounds — Review: Fan Service Meets Friction

Asymmetrical cat-and-mouse delivers flashes of ’87 nostalgia, but thin objectives, janky AI, bugs and frame drops keep this hunt from truly legendary status.

  • Publisher: Sony Interactive Entertainment
  • Developer: IllFonic
  • Reviewed on: PS4 (Pro unit)
  • Also available for: PC
  • Lead Designer: Jordan Mathewson · Lead Level Designer: Hunter Peyron · Lead Programmer: Lucas Pederson
  • Writers: Jared Gerritzen, Chris Means, Jordan Mathewson
Predator: Hunting Grounds key art — the cloaked hunter looming above a jungle firefight.

Booting up Predator: Hunting Grounds you’re hit with the nostalgic theme music created by Alan Silvestri for the original 1987 film starring Arnold Schwarzenegger. As a fan of the Predator film and following franchise, this is an automatic tickle of the fanboy bone and although there will be more tickles, ultimately nothing is super-satisfying about playing developer IllFonic’s asymmetric multiplayer game.

The concept of Predator: Hunting Grounds is similar to that of IllFonic’s previous game, Friday The 13th: The Game, and similar multiplayer games including Evolve and Dead by Daylight as well as the most recent, Resident Evil: Resistance. All of these involve similar gameplay elements where you play as either a powered-up monster/person or a group of under-powered humans and attempt to survive and or kill the other player.

You can play as either the Predator itself or as one of four on a fireteam sent into a jungle location to take on a series of objectives similar to the plot of the first film.

Close-quarters clash in the jungle — a player goes all-in against the Predator.
“Some players choose to just go ham and get in there” — image captured by author

Playing as the fireteam takes place in a first-person-shooter view and for the most part, it’s typical FPS stuff. Although it can become increasingly annoying to be playing as special operatives that can’t climb over anything, and don’t happen to carry bolt cutters.

You drop into the jungle and are given an initial objective that involves hacking a computer, or taking out a target. What follows after your first objective is usually one or two follow up tasks which will involve pressing square on several objects, and then waiting as you defend against waves of AI enemies. The finale to whatever mix of rather mundane objective-based gameplay you take on is you having to “get to the chopper!” and make your escape.

Downed Predator begins the iconic wrist-bomb countdown — jungle engulfed in orange light.
“One ugly mother******” — image captured by author

Predator play is a different beast: third-person traversal with swift tree-to-tree movement, heat-vision tracking and opportunistic strikes. Stalking a split-off target is thrilling, but if a smart squad stays tight your toolset often feels too limited; laser shots are easy to dodge, and melee melts under focused fire. Unlocks (like nets) help a bit, but don’t meaningfully change the dynamic.

Thermal vision scans a fireteam through the canopy — Predator waiting to pounce.
Stalk your prey and look for the right moment to engage — image captured by author

To its credit, matches can crescendo into memorable, movie-faithful set-pieces (that wrist-bomb minigame rocks). Multiple fireteam win states (exfil, capture, kill, survive the blast) add variety, but the Predator’s lone win state is simply “kill everyone.”

Where the jungle gets rough: queue times for Predator are long, and matchmaking sometimes fails after minutes of waiting. Bugs (missing SFX, texture pop-in, AI clipping) and significant frame-rate dips (sub-20fps moments on PS4 Pro) dampen firefights. Launch content is lean: three similar-feeling jungle maps, no alternative modes, and basic PvE objectives.

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There are no real-money purchases; loot boxes (earned or bought with in-game currency) deliver cosmetics only, and you can buy specific skins directly with grind currency.

Verdict: Die-hard fans will find enough here, especially in private lobbies with friends where the license love shines and the silliness sings. Solo queue is a tougher sell until IllFonic tightens matchmaking, performance, and variety. The heart’s in the right place; it just needed more time in the oven.