Yes, “Predators,’’ with its tropical mystery; sweaty, confused cast; and no exit, is “Lost,’’ on the one hand.
The strangely coincidental comparisons to Lost that pop up (characters wake up in the jungle, wonder if they're in Purgatory, and band together against an unknown enemy that seems to disappear into thin air).
Once they’ve thudded to the jungle floor, Predators' opening leg plays as a sort of “Eight Characters in Search of a Captor,” or perhaps Lost in ten minutes: the characters amusingly cycle through theories, including that they’re dead and in hell, while the audience patiently waits for them to catch up.
This is less a franchise reboot than a portmanteau of the original movie, ABC's Lost, hokey old World War II programmers, and all the money in the world.
Coming on the heels of the conclusion of small screen phenomenon Lost, which similarly made hay out of a group of strangers thrown together into an insane and intense situation in a remote environment, Predators seems especially lacking in this regard — in its steadfast, almost allergic avoidance to any sort of intellectual reasoning regarding the group's surroundings and who might have put them there.
Instead, the film is written as a “What If” episode of “Lost” where Jack and company learn that aliens are on the island in addition to polar bears.