Remember the bit in Alien when the doomed crew of Nostromo come across a ship and a space jockey with a hole in his chest? Well that's the jumping off point for Prometheus and so far we've been led to believe that we'd finally be told what's up with that weird shaped ship and the poor bastard with his ribcage ripped open, and in short, we do. But as well as all that there's a lot of existential chatter, themes of religion, womanhood, reproduction, family issues and a touch of romance, too. As grand and epic as the film looks (seeing it in IMAX is really the only way to go), it simply smooths over the many cracks created by the muddled plot, weaker-than-you'd-want script and interesting characters that are disappointingly wasted. Speaking of characters, let's get this fucking straight: there is no such thing as a "new Ripley". There will never be a "new Ripley", nobody wants a "new Ripley" and the mere comparison between the
The most annoying thing about Prometheus is that although it asks more questions than it answers, isn't that scary and has zero atmosphere whatsoever, it's still utterly watchable and I want to see it again. There was a wry joke floating around Twitter recently saying that Scott was working on a script which focused on the untold story of what happened to Louise (of Thelma and... fame) in Texas that's hinted at but never fully explained. The point being that not everything needs to be delved into and explained over the course of 124 minutes; if you don't have anything interesting to say, don't say anything at all. It's not the worst addition to the franchise by a long shot but after all the hype and anticipation, I thought we'd get a little more than this.