Category Archives: Alien

The Alien Movie Matrix

I’ll present my detailed, spoiler-filled review of Ridley Scott’s Prometheus (2012) one week from today, here on the blog (so see it before then; twice if you can…).

While watching the new film, keep in mind this matrix, and see how many categories Prometheus fulfills.  This may be one manner of judging how much of an Alien “prequel” the Ridley Scott film really is.  Does it live or die by the conventions of the established series, or does it feature new tropes and ideas?

Title
Alien (1979)
Aliens (1986)
Alien3 (1992)
Alien Resurrection (1997)
Android
Ash
Bishop
Bishop
Call
Company Man
Ash
Burke
85, Bishop
No
Comic Relief
Parker, Brett
Hudson
Morse, 85
Perez
In awe of the alien
Ash
Bishop
Golic
Gediman
Joseph Conrad
Nostromo
Narcissus
Sulaco
Sulaco
No
Pregnancy/Gestation
Kane
Colonists
Ripley.
Dog.
Alien Queen
Purvis
Self-Sacrifice
No
Gorman
Vasquez
Dillon
Ripley
Christie
Purvis
Failed Mission
Dallas in the
vents trying to
flush out alien
First engagement
with aliens in
sub-level 3
Prisoners attempt
to entrap alien
Military attempts
to breed and control
aliens as bio weapon.
Ship/Facility Destroyed
Nostromo
LV-426 Colony
Evacuation pod
Auriga
New Alien Life Form
Space jockey
Egg
Facehugger
Chestburster
Adult alien
Queen Alien
Dog Alien
Newborn
Surprise Death/Attack
Kane chest-bursted.
Alpha-male Dallas killed
half-way through.
Ash decapitated.
Bishop pulped  
 by Queen
on Sulaco.

Andrews dragged 
 through Cafeteria ceiling
No

Before Prometheus: Five Reasons Alien (1979) Endures

Ridley Scott’s Prometheus opens tomorrow and my review of the new film will appear here on the blog the morning of Tuesday, June 19th (so go see it before then so we can talk about it…). 

But given the arrival of a 2012 movie that connects explicitly to the Alien (1979) mythos, I realized that today represents the proper time to go back and gaze at the reasons why the original film is so terrific and influential.
Here are my five reasons why the originalAlien endures more than thirty years after its release.

1. Revolutionary production and art design, translated into revolutionary sets, costumes and miniatures.

Alien truly pushed the science-fiction “space” film forward into a new realm of imagination.  Director Ridley Scott’s movie eschewed the stream-lined modernism and “neat,” minimalist future-look of such films as Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) and Journey to the Far Side of the Sun (1969) as well as TV programs like UFO(1970) or Space: 1999 (1975 – 1977).
The film offered instead a world that was grungy, messy and recognizable…both lived-in and dirty.  It’s true that Star Wars (1977) represents a crucial step in this direction, having created a universe that – in terms of visuals – suggests a rich and storied past.  But Alienwent whole hog into a world where coffee mugs rested on computer consoles, where pornographic pin-ups were hung up beside work stations, and where characters wore sneakers and ball caps when not asleep in cryo-tubes (or “freezers” in the vernacular of the film).

This visual aesthetic has famously been termed “space truckers,” and it’s indeed a crucial element of Alien’s mystique and appeal.  In director Ridley Scott’s capable hands, outer space was not some glorious final frontier.  Rather, it was just your monotonous, unglamorous day-job.  In this future, the average blue collar space traveler still worked for the Man (Weyland-Yutani), and was still trying to get his fair share of corporate wealth and make a living wage. And he still made it through the day on coffee, cussing and swearing when things break down.

Alien, which features a great and very believable monster, would not have succeeded if the elements of the film that involved “futuristic” mankind – his ships, his clothes, his environs – did not reflect a reality the audience could understand and readily identify with.  The recognizable world of the main characters, in fact, makes the alien world all the more disturbing and frightening.

2. The alien itself.

Perhaps this aspect of the film is the one that is actually most difficult to reckon with today because we’ve seen the Alien xenomorph in so many settings and films since the first film came along.  We’ve had three direct sequels, plus two AVP movies, plus toys and comics involving the alien.
The notion of a monster attacking a spaceship crew was not new, of course when Alien, written by the great Dan O’Bannon, was produced.  By that point — as history-minded film reviewers are certain to remind us — we’d seen It! The Terror from Beyond Space(1958), Bava’s Planet of the Vampires (1965) plus episodes of The Outer Limits (“The Invisible Enemy”) and Space: 1999 (“Dragon’s Domain”) that explored the trope, in many cases quite brilliantly.
But Alien represented a new horizon for “monsters” because of the bio-organic designs of Swiss sculptor and painter H.R. Giger.  This artist’s style had never been captured in mainstream film before, and his work expressed a total (and perverse) blend of human flesh and hard-edged machinery.  In short, the monster in Alien looked like nothing audiences had ever before reckoned with, a fusion of distinctly unlike elements.
There’s more to it than that too. 
Today we take this for granted, but Alien proved so horrifying a film because the monster’s shape and appearance were different every time we encountered it.  We now know the alien life cycle by rote: egg, face-hugger, chest-burster, and adult.  But when audiences first reckoned with Scott’s movie in the last year of the 1970s, none of this information was known. We had no idea what was coming, or how the alien was taking shape.  It seemed to be in a constant state of flux…of becoming
Again, all the stages of the lifecycle are familiar today, but in 1979, the alien seemed like the cinema’s first legitimate extra-terrestrial: a thing that changed and evolved into something ever-more hideous each time we saw it.  The title “Alien” expresses this idea beautifully.  Watching the film for the first time, we really felt we had encountered something not human, and not of this Earth.  Today, we’ve seen so many aliens and so many shape-shifters that we’re inured to the concept.  But Aliengot it right, in revolutionary fashion.

3. Implications unexplored but suggested.  This is the very reason why we are getting Prometheus now.  It’s because Alien dramatized a complete and satisfying story of survival, but more than that, brilliantly implieda larger universe outside the context of the Nostromo’s last days.

Let’s gaze at the derelict ship that the Nostromo finds on LV-426, which has become an important part of Prometheus’sstory-line.  When we encounter it in Alien,it is emitting a distress call (or actually, a warning: stay away).  The characters Dallas, Lambert and Kane investigate the ship and they see the dead pilot, the “space jockey” with a torn-open chest. They also find a giant lower chamber, which must be a cargo hold, given its dimensions and relative lack of instrumentation, furniture, etc.   This hold is filled with alien eggs. The eggs are ensconced underneath a level of fog which “reacts” when broken.  What is this level of fog?  Is it some kind of technology keeping the eggs in stasis?  Was it a safeguard to keep the alien eggs dormant and the (odd) equivalent of the freezers we see on the Nostromo? Who was meant to control it?

And then, of course, other questions are raised.  Who were these aliens transporting the eggs? Why were they transporting alien eggs in the first place? What became of the ship’s crew?   Where were they taking the eggs?  And for what purpose were they transporting this odd – and wholly dangerous – cargo?

One big questioned unanswered: if a chest-burster broke out of the space jockey’s chest, where was the adult alien when Dallas and the others arrived to investigate?  A possible answer is that it had died out already, since in Scott’s original conception the alien was to be like something akin to a butterfly, a “perfect” creature that only could live for a few days
See how this film from 1979 is loaded with implications and questions above-and-beyond the “ten little Indians” template of an alien that kills astronauts on a spaceship? The deeper you delve, the more interesting Alien becomes.
And again, this reflects our reality as human beings, an important aspect of horror films.  We are not privy to all the answers in life.  We don’t always know why things happen, or what fate has in store for us.   Some aspects of nature seem a mystery to us, even with advanced science.  The crew of Nostromo likewise encounters a terrible mystery on LV-426, but that mystery is largely left unexplored as the battle of survival begins.   
4.  It’s all about sex.

Alien is cherished and remembered by horror fans for the gory chest-burster sequence featuring John Hurt.  But the film also features one of the creepiest off-screen deaths of all time, and a discarded idea (or hidden implication) in the franchise. When last we see Lambert (Veronica Cartwright), the xenomorph’s tail is seen winding its nefarious way…up between her legs. Then, the film cuts suddenly to Ripley running down a dark corridor, but we still hear Lambert panting and suffering and some…inhuman moaning. 

So what the hell is going on here? What is the alien doing to Lambert? Does it — by its very “perfect” nature — boast some other form of reproductive ability that it is practicing on her? Is it fulfilling some kind of sexual desire? 
Alienpossesses this queasy, uneasy sub-text involving our human sexuality. On the immediately-apparent surface level, the film concerns a creature that can pervert our reproductive cycle for its own ends. But underneath – if we peel back the layers – there are moments in Scott’s original that appear to involve homosexuality, sexual repression, sexual stereotypes and more.

Consider that John Hurt’s character Kane becomes the first recipient of the alien’s reproductive advances. Whisper-thin, British, and sexually ambiguous, Kane is depicted – at one point in the film – wearing an undergarment that appears to be a girdle; something that is distinctly “feminizing” to his appearance.

Also, Kane lives the most dangerous (or is it promiscuous?) life-style of anyone amongst the crew. He is the first to awake from cryo-sleep, the first to suggest a walk to the derelict, and the only man who goes down into the derelict’s egg chamber. He is well-acquainted with danger as (stereotypically…) one might expect of a homosexual man circa 1979. (Note: I said “stereotypically.” The best horror movies are about shattering decorum and transgressing against good taste and Alien fits that bill.)
Soon in the film, it is Kane who is made unwillingly receptive to an oral penetration: the insertion of the face-hugger’s “tube” down his throat…where it lays the chest-buster. What emerges from this encounter is “Kane’s son” (in Ash’s terminology). But essentially, the alien forces poor Kane – possibly a homosexual male symbol — to act in the role he may be familiar with; that of being receptive to penetration.

Consider Ash and this character’s sexual underpinnings. He is actually a robot – a creature presumably incapable of having sex — and the film’s subtext suggests that this inability, this repression of the sexual urge, has made him a monster too. When Ash attacks Ripley late in the film, he rolls up a pornographic magazine (surrounded by other examples of pornography) and attempts to jam it down the woman’s throat…it’s his penis surrogate.  The implication of this particular act is that he can’t do the same thing with his penis, so Ash must use the magazine in its stead.

Later, Ash admits to the fact that he “envies” the alien (penis envy?) and one has to wonder if it is because the alien can sexually dominate others in a way that the disliked, often dismissed Ash cannot manage.

Also note that when Ash is unable to satisfy his repressed sexual desire for Ripley, the pressure literally causes him to explode.  The android blood is a milky white, semen-like fluid. And it spurts everywhere, a catastrophic ejaculation of monumental proportions. Ash, when confronted with his own sexuality and inability to express it…can’t hold his wad.

The most hyper-masculinized (again, stereotypically-so) character in Alien is Parker (Yaphet Kotto), a black man who brazenly discusses “eating pussy” during the scene leading up to the chest-burster moment. He boasts an antagonistic, adversarial relationship with Ripley, and is the character most often-seen carrying a weapon (a flame thrower), a possible phallic symbol.

In another type of film, Parker might be our hero.  But here he dies because of the stereotypical quality of male chivalry or machismo. Specifically, he won’t turn the flame thrower on the alien while a woman (Lambert) is in the line of fire. The alien dispatches Parker quickly (mano e mano), perhaps realizing he will never co-opt an alpha male like Parker to be his “bitch;” at least not the way Kane was used.

As for Lambert, the most-traditionally (and – bear with me – stereotypically) female character in the film — she gets raped by the alien as I noted above, presumably by the xenomorph’s phallic tail. Again, the alien has exploited a character’s biological/reproductive nature and used it to meets its own destructive, perverse needs.
Which brings me to Ripley. Ripley is a character written for a man but played by a woman (Sigourney Weaver). She is the only survivor (along with Jones the Cat), of the alien’s rampage on the Nostromo, and there’s a case that can be made that the alien cannot so easily “tag” Ripley as either male or female, and that’s why she survives. She is perfect, like the alien is, a blend of all “human” qualities.
Kane is fey (possibly gay), Ash is a robot (and hence not able to express sexuality in a “normal” way), Parker is all macho man, and Lambert is a helpless damsel-in-distres…but Ripley is a tall glass of water (practically an Amazon), and an authority figure (third in command). She is also the only character who successfully balances common sense, heroism, and competence.
Given this uncommon mix of stereotypically male and female qualities, the alien is not quite sure how to either “read” or “use” Ripley. In the final moments of the film, it does make a decision. It recognizes Ripley – the best of humanity whether male or female – as kindred; a survivor. So it rides in secret with her aboard the shuttle Narcissus as they escape the exploding Nostromo.
Note that the alien could likely kill Ripley any time during that escape flight…but does not choose to do so. It knows it is in safe hands with her, at least for the time being. It uses her “competence,” her skill (qualities of itself it recognizes in her?) to escape destruction…again establishing its perfection.

Here, perfection might be measured by how well it understands the enemy, the prey.

So, underneath the scares and underneath the great design, what we get in Ridley Scott’s Alien is the story of a monster that exploits our 1970s views of biology and psychology; causing us (as viewers) to re-examine — perhaps even subconsciously — the sexual stereotypes of the day. The homosexual man is endangered first, the alpha males (Dallas and Parker) are ineffective, the traditional “screaming” female gets exploited (not rescued…), and the most “evolved” human, Ripley (along with another perfect creature – a cat) survives to fight another day.

The strange, spiky and sexual nature of Alien lurks just beneath the surface of the film, and is noticeable even in the set design. Just take a long look at the “opening” of the alien derelict.  Without being too graphic about this, it is pretty clearly a vagina.

And the chest-burster is pretty clearly phallus-shaped. Ask yourself why. Sex, and — sometimes discomfort with sex —  lurks at the heart of this horror film.  This factor makes the film endlessly interesting and worthy of a re-watch or debate.

5. Sigourney Weaver as Ripley.  Ripley is indisputably one of the cinema’s greatest hero-warriors, but she’s more than that.  She represents a critical change in how women were conceived and written in horror and science fiction films. 


Ripley is simultaneously part of the “Final Girl” tradition and a crucial evolution of the archetype.   Ripley survives in the film because she is smart and because she possesses insights the others do not.  She understands why regulations are important, doesn’t succumb to emotion (regarding Dallas’s order to let Kane back aboard the Nostromo), and she is extremely competent on the job.  She takes command with authority, and is able to understand the ramifications of her actions.  She is tough, but never so much that we lose a sense of her humanity.  Male or female, we all wish we could possess Ripley’s qualities.

Ripley was Sigourney Weaver’s break-out role because the actress brought incredible commitment and intensity to the role.  Ripley herself showed that the Final Girl did not need others (particularly men) to rescue her, and that she could combat and even destroy the villain, not merely survive to another day.

So, Prometheusopens tomorrow…and we already know that it will delve deep into the implications of the Alien world. 

I wonder: will it create a monster as memorable as we first encountered in 1978?  Will it feature a character as forward-thinking as Ripley was? Will it boast visual canvas as revolutionary as that which we saw in Scott’s horror film?  Will it carry a subtext beyond the surface story of “space horror?”

That’s a pretty tall order, but I suspect that Prometheus will rise or fall not on the new ground it breaks, but how well it subverts and plays with the expectations we carry into the theater with us.

I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait…

Alien (1979) Trailer

Collectible of the Week: Alien Resurrection Movie Edition Action Figures (Kenner; 1997)

No bones about it, Alien Resurrection is my least favorite “pure” Alien movie.  There’s something vaguely cartoonish and campy about the affair that I find troublesome and irksome, though I readily admit there are moments and scenes I cherish.

But none of those moments feature Dan Hedaya, I assure you.
At the very least, the crew of the Betty gave us an early glimpse of Joss Whedon’s Firefly concept. and as usual, Sigourney Weaver was terrific as Ripley.
Anyway, in the year of Alien Resurrection’s release (also the year of Starship Troopers), Kenner — a company that had already released some terrific Alien and Predator-styled toys in the early 1990s — released a “movie edition” set of six action figures from the fourth Alien movie.  These were relatively large figures compared to the earlier editions, about six-inches in height.
The toy box described the film’s milieu in rather verbose terms:

The Future.  An old enemy.  The perfect predator.  A zealous assembly of scientists and officials conducting the experimental wedding of human and alien genes…A band of renegade space smugglers and the mysterious appearance of a woman linked to an alien species dangerous beyond calculation!  The result is a peril reborn and more shockingly monstrous than ever before!”

Kenner produced two protagonists for this variation on their Aliens line, the aforementioned Ripley, described as “warrant officer” and “alien behavioral expert,” and Winona Ryder’s android, Call, described plainly as the “mechanic of the Betty Ship.”
The alien side was represented by the warrior (“drone to the Alien queen,”) the battle-scarred alien (“combat ravaged warrior drone“), the Aqua Alien (“genetically enhanced aquatic alien“) and finally, the Newborn (“genetic human/alien hybrid“).

The likenesses on the human(oid) characters are pretty good, and alien drone, Newborn and battle scarred aliens all look pretty awesome, as you can hopefully see.

The aquatic alien was not featured in the film, though there was an underwater scene in the film designed and executed as an homage to The Poseidon Adventure.  I understand that the Newborn alien is pretty unpopular with Alien fans because, heck, why mess with perfection when it comes to these xenomorphs, but it’s certainly a ghoulish-looking thing.

Another nice touch: many of the figures come complete with awesome miniature toys, including facehuggers, a small alien queen, and…a blood-spattered chestburster. 

Now, my son Joel has never ever seen any of the Alien movies…I would never allow that at his tender age.  But he loves the monster action figures, particularly the Newborn and the chest-burster.  Except he just thinks the chestburster is a red-speckled worm monster/baby alien…

Sci-Tech #4: Colonial Marines Edition

Sleek.  Utilitarian.  Streamlined.  And absolutely bad ass.
Those are the words that leap immediately to mind as I describe the technology and hardware  of the Colonial Marines as featured in the 1986 James Cameron film, Aliens. 
As you gaze at some of the images I selected below, you’ll detect precisely what I mean. 
Colonial Marine technology is hard-edged, sharp, and blunt, designed for some very “tough hombres.”  The technology primarily is colored in shades of gray, blue and black, evoking a very strong “no nonsense” vibe.  This technology isn’t about being pretty.  It’s about delivering death from above (and anywhere else).
And, of course, this was intentional. 
The Alien (1979) universe showed us civilian space truckers, but Aliens (1986) calls in the cavalry, Earth’s greatest military fighting unit, to battle the titular xenomorphs.  At least some of this movie technology has become the stuff of fan obsession in the decades since the film’s premiere in the gun-ho age of Reagan and the invasion of Grenada, particularly the impressive M41A pulse rifle, which features a pump-action grenade-launcher on the undercarriage.  I’d love to get my hands on a recreation of this weapon, but they generally cost hundreds of dollars, last time I checked.
The great thing about the Colonial Marine tech of Aliens is that it is both futuristic and recognizable as an extension of today’s weaponry and vehicles.  We recognize everything, but it’s been tweaked a bit and even improved upon.   From drop ships to pulse rifles, from proximity scanners to remote-control perimeter “sentry” guns, Aliens reveals that man’s capacity to wage war remains at the vanguard of his evolution as a species.
But, of course, here — on LV426 — man has met his match, and that’s a critical part of the film’s equation.  The Marines represent America in space: proud, resourceful, and bristling with state-of-the-art military capacity.  But like the soldiers who went into Vietnam and found themselves waging a losing battle against an intractable foe, the Marines here find that even all their weaponry and high tech gear hasn’t prepared them to face this particular enemy.
I’m a strong and firm defender of Fincher’s Alien 3 (1992), but one reason I suspect it never found the widespread appreciation of Aliens is that it eschewed futuristic technology to such a tremendous degree.  It was a bold idea: land Ripley (Sigourney Weaver) in a terrain with no weapons and no ready allies, and then — when she has nothing else to fall back on but her wits — examine her courage.  That’s an audacious approach, but probably not a crowd-pleasing one.
I think people really missed that pulse rifle…
The Narcissus Sulaco: a transport ship bristling with pointed outcroppings that resemble spears…or turrets.



In the director’s cut, these sentry guns blasted aliens by the dozens.



A marine’s best friend: the M41A Pulse rifle with pump-action grenade launcher.  Handy for close encounters.



The “freezers.” Note how, in contrast to Alien (1979), these cryo-units ae big and bulky, like the soldiers they house.  Also, instead of being set-up  in a blossom formation (around a hearth, as it were), they are constructed a line…in military formation.
In the Narcissus bay: the drop ship, for “flying the friendly skies.” Not.

All I Want for Retro-Christmas Countdown (2 Days Left…): Kenner’s Alien

http://www.youtube.com/v/uKSv85mJEmY?fs=1&hl=en_US

COLLECTIBLE OF THE WEEK: Alien – The Illustrated Story (1979)


Back in the mid-1980s, I discovered this Heavy Metal “illustrated story” in a clearance bin at a small book store in Boston. It was in that bin with a stack of about a hundred other copies, each selling for just a dollar. I picked one up (I should have picked up ten…) and have kept my copy in my book collection ever since.

Heavy Metal’s Alien: The Illustrated Story by Archie Goodwin and Walter Simonson was distributed by Simon & Schuster, and it’s a graphic (and I mean GRAPHIC) re-telling of the landmark 1979 horror film…down to all the chest-bursting, gory details. Character likenesses are good; and even the “tech” (of the Nostromo, Narcissus and the Derelict) exhibits a tremendous fidelity to the movie’s production design.

The comic-book adaptation opens with a quote from Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness, “We live as we dream – alone,” and then launches into the story of the Nostromo’s encounter with a hostile life-form. The comic follows the details of the theatrical release very closely. For example, it doesn’t feature the famous deleted scene with Dallas’s transformation into Alien Egg.

There is, however, some alternate/new dialogue in the Narcissus coda, particularly Ripley’s conversation with Jones: “Funny Jones, you what I think I’ll miss the most? The smell of Kane’s coffee when I first wake up…”

Alien: The Illustrated Story originally sold for $3.95, and it’s a pretty sturdy book. Hell, it’s held up well for thirty years now (about half as long as Ripley’s hyper-sleep journey back to Gateway Station…)!


I still haul my copy out every now and then to admire the gonzo, blood-soaked, highly-detailed art work. I thought it would be fun to share a little of that gruesome good stuff today, especially as Alien celebrates a thirtieth anniversary this year.

Just gazing at this books with the drawings of the Space Jockey and the alien itself, I’m reminded of how Ridley Scott, H.R. Giger, Sigourney Weaver and Dan O’Bannon pushed the frontiers of space horror in a frightening new direction here. The haunted house in space concept had been seen before Alien on several occasions, but never with such visual aplomb and naturalism. I still remember talking to friends and family members about the film, and in particular the harrowing chest-bursting sequence. Today, we know it’s coming, and we sort of take it for granted. But back then, it had people puking in the aisles.

Ah, the good old days!

MOVIE REVIEW: AVPR (2007)

We know the truth now for ourselves.

As Sigourney Weaver reported in the genre press last week, it was not the poor domestic box office performance of Alien Resurrection that killed her character, Ripley; twas the beasts that killed beauty.


Yep, it was 20th Century’s decision to produce the AVP (Aliens vs. Predator) films that murdered the possibility of future Alien franchise films featuring the great action hero Ripley. I don’t even know where to go with this; but there it is. I must say I agree with Sigourney Weaver, these AVP movies are a terrible idea (and worse in execution than in theory). I never, never could have imagined that I would see a worse AVP movie than the PG-13 2004 original. I was wrong.

Boy was I wrong!

So Aliens vs. Predator – Requiem is apparently what 20th Century Fox thinks that Alien fans want out of a franchise movie these days. They must think we’re blithering idiots. First, I’d like to apologize to the makers of 30 Days of Night for my relatively tough review of that film a few weeks back. They made an absolute masterpiece about “small town horror” compared to this under lit, incoherent piece of junk. I’m sorry 30 Days of Night, I just had no idea that AVPR was coming. Had I known, I would not have been so harsh.

So anyway, AVPR is the utterly incoherent tale of aliens and one predator set loose in a small Colorado town (no, not the one with Kenny, Cartman, Kyle and Stan — that actually would have been in an improvement) in the early twenty-first century. Basically, the pred-alien (and I can’t believe I just typed that word…) that hatched at the end of AVP causes a ruckus on a predator ship in orbit and it crashes in Colorado. A bunch of face-huggers get loose in the woods, thus spawning more aliens, and the Predators send one of their own (from the home planet…) to clean up the mess. Caught in the middle are a bunch of horny teenagers, a former juvenile delinquent named Dallas (get it? get it?) and sexy Reiko Aylesworth as an Iraq War vet.

The most trenchant critique I can make of AVPR is that it represents the first film in either classic franchise (and twenty-nine years…) that feels the necessity to have teenagers skinny dipping in a school pool after hours. And yep, these horny teens are attacked by swimming aliens there.

Once upon a time, neither franchise required stripping teenage babes to draw audiences. Once upon a time, both franchises were intelligent, beautifully-designed meditations on the darker angels of human nature. Like I wrote in my post the other day, Alien 3 was about the fact that survival isn’t always a “win.” One could also look at Aliens as a metaphorical comment on the Vietnam War. And the original Alien was about, in some subconscious sense, human sexuality co-opted by a nasty xenomorph. Even 1997’s Alien Resurrection – for all of its myriad flaws – made some worthwhile comment on the morality of human cloning.

But in 2008, the best that AVPR can muster is to steal a page from the slasher film formula: vice (sex) precedes slice-and-dice (or in this case, attack by alien). I just find this element of the movie immensely depressing, that the rolls royce of horror franchises is now settling for Friday the 13th-style scenarios that are so cliched they were being made fun of by Scream twelve years ago. I happen to like (some…) of the Friday the 13ths, I’m not trying to be a snob…but I hate to see Alien lobotomized into a bad slasher flick.

AVPR also puts the final nail in the long- erosion of the “unkillable alien” meme first realized by Ridley Scott in 1979. In his original film, the alien couldn’t be killed, couldn’t be stopped. You just had to get away from it…to leave it behind floating in space. Here teenagers with hand-guns literally blow aliens away left and right. Twenty-first century weaponry is more than efficacious at blowing up these once unstoppable beasts. The trademark xenomorph – once a genuine terror from the id – is now just a big “bug” to be swatted with our state-of-the-art hardware. Forget the fact that it took advanced, futuristic hardware like smart guns and pulse rifles in Aliens to do the same job. Nope, now we can do it with good old fashion shotguns and pistols.

The Predator fares better, though he operates by no sense of logic I can discern. This Predator arrives on Earth with the mission to “clean up” the mess. We periodically see him spilling some kind of glowing blue acid stuff on the corpses so as to cover the tracks of both the aliens and his own kind. It’s his mission, we presume, from this act of destroying the evidence, to hide the incursion of extra-terrestrials on Earth. Given this, the fact that the predator skins a police deputy and hangs his corpse from a tree — to be found by the sheriff – doesn’t make a lot of sense. In fact, the Predator goes out of his way to kill the deputy, who runs from the extra-terrestrial hunter screaming like a little girl. The only possible reason the predator could have for killing the inept human police officer is the fact that he discovered him. Again – he has to clean-up and “leave no witnesses.”

But still he leaves him there skinned, for police to find. Why?

That’s just one incredible gap in situational logic, but there are bigger fish to fry here. Before seeing the movie, for instance, I read a number of reviews from unhappy fans indicating that the film was poorly shot: that it was too dark. I thought this was just fan griping. It isn’t. I know of no modern-day corollaries for this overt flaw in a major, big-budget production; but for some reason, AVPR is terribly, terribly under lit throughout. Even the daylight scenes are hard to see. You’ll spend the entire movie squinting, trying to make-out the crappy action.

AVPR plays like a movie made by two sixteen-year old buddies. One is the writer and one is the director. And they’ve seen all those cool old Alien and Predator movies, so they decide to put together their own version. But being just sixteen, these kids don’t have any authentic sense of how to tell a dramatic story beyond having monsters fight. But being sixteen, they don’t have any sense of what real people, not character stereotypes, would sound like. Instead it’s all just a collection of moments that a sixteen-year old would think are cool. Like wouldn’t it be neat if a Pred-alien (*sigh*) attacked a maternity ward? Wouldn’t we be bad ass mfs if we had a face hugger impregnate a little kid? Would it be cool if a teenager got his hands on a predator weapon and started blowing aliens away? Pass the doritos, man!!!!

But I insult the metaphorical sixteen year olds out there…

In the final analysis, AVPR isn’t merely an insult to the intelligence, it’s an insult to the great tradition and lineage of Alien films. From Ridley Scott, James Cameron, David Fincher, Jean-Pierre Jeunet to…the Brothers Strause?

Heck of a job, guys

A requiem, in case you didn’t know, is a hymn for the dead, a musical composition for the expired. In this case, the “requiem” sung by AVPR is the death knell of not one, but two classic sci-fi film franchises. Rest in peace Aliens and Predators…

>MOVIE REVIEW: AVPR (2007)

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We know the truth now for ourselves.

As Sigourney Weaver reported in the genre press last week, it was not the poor domestic box office performance of Alien Resurrection that killed her character, Ripley; twas the beasts that killed beauty.


Yep, it was 20th Century’s decision to produce the AVP (Aliens vs. Predator) films that murdered the possibility of future Alien franchise films featuring the great action hero Ripley. I don’t even know where to go with this; but there it is. I must say I agree with Sigourney Weaver, these AVP movies are a terrible idea (and worse in execution than in theory). I never, never could have imagined that I would see a worse AVP movie than the PG-13 2004 original. I was wrong.

Boy was I wrong!

So Aliens vs. Predator – Requiem is apparently what 20th Century Fox thinks that Alien fans want out of a franchise movie these days. They must think we’re blithering idiots. First, I’d like to apologize to the makers of 30 Days of Night for my relatively tough review of that film a few weeks back. They made an absolute masterpiece about “small town horror” compared to this under lit, incoherent piece of junk. I’m sorry 30 Days of Night, I just had no idea that AVPR was coming. Had I known, I would not have been so harsh.

So anyway, AVPR is the utterly incoherent tale of aliens and one predator set loose in a small Colorado town (no, not the one with Kenny, Cartman, Kyle and Stan — that actually would have been in an improvement) in the early twenty-first century. Basically, the pred-alien (and I can’t believe I just typed that word…) that hatched at the end of AVP causes a ruckus on a predator ship in orbit and it crashes in Colorado. A bunch of face-huggers get loose in the woods, thus spawning more aliens, and the Predators send one of their own (from the home planet…) to clean up the mess. Caught in the middle are a bunch of horny teenagers, a former juvenile delinquent named Dallas (get it? get it?) and sexy Reiko Aylesworth as an Iraq War vet.

The most trenchant critique I can make of AVPR is that it represents the first film in either classic franchise (and twenty-nine years…) that feels the necessity to have teenagers skinny dipping in a school pool after hours. And yep, these horny teens are attacked by swimming aliens there.

Once upon a time, neither franchise required stripping teenage babes to draw audiences. Once upon a time, both franchises were intelligent, beautifully-designed meditations on the darker angels of human nature. Like I wrote in my post the other day, Alien 3 was about the fact that survival isn’t always a “win.” One could also look at Aliens as a metaphorical comment on the Vietnam War. And the original Alien was about, in some subconscious sense, human sexuality co-opted by a nasty xenomorph. Even 1997’s Alien Resurrection – for all of its myriad flaws – made some worthwhile comment on the morality of human cloning.

But in 2008, the best that AVPR can muster is to steal a page from the slasher film formula: vice (sex) precedes slice-and-dice (or in this case, attack by alien). I just find this element of the movie immensely depressing, that the rolls royce of horror franchises is now settling for Friday the 13th-style scenarios that are so cliched they were being made fun of by Scream twelve years ago. I happen to like (some…) of the Friday the 13ths, I’m not trying to be a snob…but I hate to see Alien lobotomized into a bad slasher flick.

AVPR also puts the final nail in the long- erosion of the “unkillable alien” meme first realized by Ridley Scott in 1979. In his original film, the alien couldn’t be killed, couldn’t be stopped. You just had to get away from it…to leave it behind floating in space. Here teenagers with hand-guns literally blow aliens away left and right. Twenty-first century weaponry is more than efficacious at blowing up these once unstoppable beasts. The trademark xenomorph – once a genuine terror from the id – is now just a big “bug” to be swatted with our state-of-the-art hardware. Forget the fact that it took advanced, futuristic hardware like smart guns and pulse rifles in Aliens to do the same job. Nope, now we can do it with good old fashion shotguns and pistols.

The Predator fares better, though he operates by no sense of logic I can discern. This Predator arrives on Earth with the mission to “clean up” the mess. We periodically see him spilling some kind of glowing blue acid stuff on the corpses so as to cover the tracks of both the aliens and his own kind. It’s his mission, we presume, from this act of destroying the evidence, to hide the incursion of extra-terrestrials on Earth. Given this, the fact that the predator skins a police deputy and hangs his corpse from a tree — to be found by the sheriff – doesn’t make a lot of sense. In fact, the Predator goes out of his way to kill the deputy, who runs from the extra-terrestrial hunter screaming like a little girl. The only possible reason the predator could have for killing the inept human police officer is the fact that he discovered him. Again – he has to clean-up and “leave no witnesses.”

But still he leaves him there skinned, for police to find. Why?

That’s just one incredible gap in situational logic, but there are bigger fish to fry here. Before seeing the movie, for instance, I read a number of reviews from unhappy fans indicating that the film was poorly shot: that it was too dark. I thought this was just fan griping. It isn’t. I know of no modern-day corollaries for this overt flaw in a major, big-budget production; but for some reason, AVPR is terribly, terribly under lit throughout. Even the daylight scenes are hard to see. You’ll spend the entire movie squinting, trying to make-out the crappy action.

AVPR plays like a movie made by two sixteen-year old buddies. One is the writer and one is the director. And they’ve seen all those cool old Alien and Predator movies, so they decide to put together their own version. But being just sixteen, these kids don’t have any authentic sense of how to tell a dramatic story beyond having monsters fight. But being sixteen, they don’t have any sense of what real people, not character stereotypes, would sound like. Instead it’s all just a collection of moments that a sixteen-year old would think are cool. Like wouldn’t it be neat if a Pred-alien (*sigh*) attacked a maternity ward? Wouldn’t we be bad ass mfs if we had a face hugger impregnate a little kid? Would it be cool if a teenager got his hands on a predator weapon and started blowing aliens away? Pass the doritos, man!!!!

But I insult the metaphorical sixteen year olds out there…

In the final analysis, AVPR isn’t merely an insult to the intelligence, it’s an insult to the great tradition and lineage of Alien films. From Ridley Scott, James Cameron, David Fincher, Jean-Pierre Jeunet to…the Brothers Strause?

Heck of a job, guys

A requiem, in case you didn’t know, is a hymn for the dead, a musical composition for the expired. In this case, the “requiem” sung by AVPR is the death knell of not one, but two classic sci-fi film franchises. Rest in peace Aliens and Predators…

ALIENATED: Implications, Discarded and Otherwise, in Ridley Scott’s ALIEN (1979)

Each of the four films in the Alien franchise (which spans the years 1979 – 1997), represents the work of a master cinematic visualist: Ridley Scott, James Cameron, David Fincher and Jean-Pierre Jeunet.

Still, there remains some debate on the actual quality of the four series films. The general meme on the franchise is that the first two films are brilliant and the final two are…well…controversial. There seems to be no basis for rational agreement on Alien 3 and Alien Resurrection. In part that is because, I believe, Fincher’s film not just defies audience expectations, but actually spits in the face of those expectations. As for Alien Resurrection…it lapses into broad, almost campy comedy at spots (for instance, any time Dan Hedaya is on screen…) and therefore feels – in selected moments – like a deliberate betrayal of the franchise that began with the shiver-invoking tag line “In Space, No One Can Hear You Scream.”

I’ve recently watched all the Alien films again. And, no surprise here, I’ve found myself fascinated – one might even say obsessed – by Scott’s stunning and brilliant original. I realize there are clear antecedents for the “alien on a spaceship” or planet movie (namely Bava’s Planet of the Vampires [1965] and Cahn’s It! The Terror From Beyond Space [1958]) but there is little doubt that Alien represents the ultimate realization of this theme for a few reasons (not the least of which involve casting and budget).

I’ve reviewed Alien before and awarded it the highest rating of four stars not merely because it is scary, not merely because it cogently reflects the late 1970s and some latent fears around human reproductive issues, but because it is a brilliantly-designed feature and one that pushed the genre a quantum leap forward. It eschewed the stream-lined, modernism and “neat” future-look of such films as 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) and Journey to the Far Side of the Sun (1969) and offered a “grungy,” lived-in future. This is a world where coffee cups rest on computer consoles; where pornography is pinned-up next to technical work stations. Where characters still wear sneakers and ball caps, yet go to sleep in cryo-tubes. These characters (smokers, for the most part), have famously been termed “space truckers” and that’s part of the Alien mystique and appeal. Outer space isn’t the final frontier in Alien…it’s just your day job. Your average blue collar astronaut is still just working for The Man (in this case, Weyland-Yutani, “the Company”), still trying to get his “share” of the wealth. In the far future – as in the present – the Corporation is the enemy.

These observations have been made before, by myself and other critics, but what fascinated me so deeply about Alien on this umpteenth watching is how some of film’s most fascinating ideas and implications didn’t survive into the remainder of the feature film series. When a movie as popular as Alien is sequelized, some great ideas are dropped and some are co-opted or twisted. Here some essential elements of the original film are – in a sense – retroactively harmed by the very “familiarity” of a franchise. For instance, by the time of Alien Resurrection, we all know the life-cycle of the alien creature by heart: egg, face hugger, chest burster, Drone. In other words, we know precisely what to expect of the alien in all of its form, thus undercutting the very alien-ness” of the titular creature.

Consider, for just a moment, what it must have been like to see the original film in the theater in 1979 with no fore-knowledge of this life cycle. It is only when you indulge in this exercise that you begin to understand the impact and importance of Alien as a horror film. Virtually every time you see the “creature” in Scott’s movie, it is in a different form (and I submit, they are all pretty horrifying…). Today, we watch the film and we know precisely what’s coming; back in 1979, you’d watch the film and have no f’ing clue what the creature was going to be the next time it appeared. This created tension and a high level of anticipatory anxiety.

“A perfect organism,” Ash (the science officer of the Nostromo) calls the Alien. It is a creature whose “structural perfection” is matched only by its “hostility.” It is a creature unencumbered by “conscience, remorse, or delusions of morality.” In some ways, this genius description of the xenomorph is forsaken as the Alien films trot along their way and more and more “human” motivations are ascribed to the beasts. Consider, in Aliens (1986), we see the monsters in a “hive” protecting their “Queen” so we come to understand them not as something “alien” but as larger-than-normal insects. Consider that in Alien Resurrection, we see the aliens mistreated (by a scientist played by the incomparable Brad Dourif) and even develop a degree of sympathy for them…again undercutting the very alien-ness of the breed. Familiarity may not breed contempt…but it breeds…familiarity (which tends to be fatal for horror films and for the ability to scare an audience).

Consider also that the alien in Scott’s original film is not merely strong, but absolutely, undeniably unkillable. It’s true that most of the Nostromo crew never lays a glove on the xenomorph (not even the hyper-physical Parker), but even when Ripley ignites the engines of the shuttle Narcissus on the evacuated Alien during the film’s denouement…it does not die. It just sort of…floats away into space. The obvious implication is that the xenomorph is unkillable and all you can hope to do is get away from the bloody thing. You might be able to fight it to a stand still, but you will never kill it. Down to the blood of the creature (molecular acid), the creature is designed to survive (“hell of a defense mechanism…you don’t dare kill it,” Parker notes.) Scott is a skilled enough director that had he wanted to feature the destruction of the alien, he would have done so in a way that was recognizable and highly visual. Instead, the adult-alien just sort of floats towards the camera in a mini-montage. Again, this isn’t an accident. We are meant to see that the alien survives the considerable power of the engine ignition.

This is one of the (important) things lost in the sequels. In Aliens, the space marines go in and blow up the xenomorphs by the dozen. Our smart guns, flame throwers, and pulse rifles do the trick rather nicely (though watch out for spraying acid…). This is highly exciting, I might add, but utterly inconsistent with the first film. The central idea of Ash’s “perfect” life form is lost. Perfection – by very definition – must include immortality. By the time of Alien Resurrection, Winona Ryder (!) and even a man in a wheelchair are blowing away Aliens. No longer are they the “perfect” creature depicted in the original. They have been caged, frozen, burned, blown apart, and even ripped apart (by the Newborn).

Ridley Scott and the writers of Alien (Dan O’Bannon, Ronald Shussett, David Giler, Walter Hill, etc.) devised another element of the Alien’s “perfection” back in the late seventies, namely the fact that it boasted a completely self-contained life-cycle. In the original concept, eggs hatched face huggers, face-huggers laid chest-bursters, chest-bursters grew to “adult” size and the adult would “cocoon” prey and transform that prey…into eggs…which would then start the cycle all over again. The alien was thus able to use whatever materials were on hand and available (whether human or alien – like the space jockey on LV-426) to perpetuate their existence. Again, when Cameron came to Aliens, he “ret-conned” the life-cycle to include a conventional creature, a Queen. So after his film…no Queen, no alien perpetuation, right? (And I submit, this is one of Alien 3’s true deficits: what is the alien soldier on Fury 161 actually doing to its bar-coded prey? Without a queen, the Alien can have no “purpose.”) This is a prime example of how a discarding of a single idea has tremendous repercussions across the three sequels. One can argue, based on the murder of the doctor (Charles Dance), that the alien is protecting Ripley, mother-to-be of a Queen, but this idea is not wheeled out in anything approaching a consistent fashion.

An amazing aspect of 1979’s Alien, one that makes it ceaselessly worthy of new examination is the fact that it includes several incredible storyline implications just beneath the surface…present, but unexplained. Take for instance the derelict ship that the Nostromo finds on LV-426. It is emitting a distress call (or actually, a warning: stay away), and when Dallas, Lambert and Kane investigate it, they see the dead pilot, the “space jockey” with a torn-open chest. They also find a giant lower chamber (which I submit MUST BE a cargo hold, given its dimensions and relative lack of instrumentation, furniture, etc.) that is filled with eggs. The eggs are ensconced underneath a level of fog which “reacts” when broken.

So the question becomes: who were these aliens transporting eggs in the first place? And why were they transporting alien eggs? Even more so, since the space jockey’s chest is erupted, what became of the alien adult that was born inside it? My notion is that the space jockey’s race developed the aliens as a bio-weapon (maybe they are weapons dealers?) and that an accident caused one of the breed to be infected. Similarly, I believe that the eggs would never have hatched in the first place without Kane’s interference because they were likely in some kind of “freezer” or “stasis” chamber, as evidenced by the layer of blue fog. I mean, if you were transporting deadly xenomorphic weapons from one planet to another, wouldn’t you have safeguards? Wouldn’t you have the eggs on ice, at least metaphorically? Again…none of this is explained in the film; only hinted at, and again this lack of clear answers adds to the “alien-ness” of the situation. Our people, seven unlucky human beings, happen by (on secret Company Orders), and get pulled into a much larger, largely unexplained drama.

Of course, if my theory is correct, you’re led into a whole round of new and tantalizing questions. If the aliens were a “delivery”…who was the buyer? And who was that race fighting that they would unleash these monstrous aliens on them? And if they planned to unleash aliens, how did they also plan to control them? And how long ago did this all happen? The space jockey appears fossilized. So were the alien xenomorphs soldiers (or weapons…) involved in a war that was waged and either won or lost all before mankind was born? AVP provides a little detail on alien history with Predators, but it is mostly disappointing, even if it does explain how the Company knew to send the Nostromo to LV-426. One big unanswered question still: if a chestburster broke out of the space jockey, then where is that adult alien when Dallas and the others arrive. Hmmm….

See how the film is just loaded with implications above-and-beyond the “ten little Indians” template of an alien killing astronauts on a spaceship? The deeper you delve, the more interesting it becomes.

Alien is well-known for the gory chest-burster scene featuring John Hurt, but it also features one of the creepiest off-screen deaths of all time, and another discarded idea in the franchise. When last we see Lambert (Veronica Cartwright), the xenomorph’s prehensile tail is seen winding its nefarious way up between her legs. Then, the film cuts to Ripley running down a corridor, but we still hear Lambert panting, and some…inhuman moaning. So what the hell is going on here? What is the alien doing to her? Does it, by its very “perfect” nature boast some other form of reproductive ability that it is…uhm…practicing on her? Is it fulfilling some kind of sexual desire? Again, Alien Resurrection brings this idea full circle when the Alien Queen – who now has human DNA – gives birth from a womb, rather than laying an egg. But the very shape and potential of human/xenomorph mating is hinted at as early as the 1979 original. And then dropped like a hot potato from the franchise for twenty-five years.

There are sub-texts and social commentary in all the Alien films. Aliens offers us two opposing visions of “motherhood” (one human, one alien), and Alien 3 daringly acknowledges that there are some things more important than survival, and that the true test of a hero often comes when you have no friends, no weapons, and must rely only on your own sense of morality. Alien Resurrection asks “what does it mean to be human?” But once more, the original Alien seems to have the most on the ball in terms of nuanced subtext. In particular, the film has a queasy, uncomfortable undercurrent involving our sexuality. On the surface, the film concerns a creature that can pervert our reproductive cycle for its own ends. But underneath – if we peel back the layers – there are moments in Scott’s original that involve homosexuality, sexual repression, and more.

Consider that John Hurt’s character Kane becomes the first recipient of the alien’s reproductive advances. Whisper-thin, British and sexually ambiguous, Kane is depicted – at one point in the film – wearing an undergarment that appears to be a girdle; something that is distinctly “feminizing” to him. Also, Kane lives the most dangerous (or is it promiscuous?) life-style of anyone amongst the crew. He is the first to waken from cryo-sleep, the first to suggest a walk to the derelict, and the only man who goes down into the egg chamber. He is well-acquainted with danger as (stereotypically…) one might expect of a homosexual man circa 1979. (Note: I said “stereotypically” so don’t send the PC police after me, all right?)

As though the alien understands Kane’s sexually-ambiguous, possibly homosexual nature, it is Kane who is made unwillingly receptive to an oral penetration: the insertion of the face-hugger’s “tube” down his throat…where it lays the chest-buster. What emerges from this encounter is “Kane’s son” (in Ash’s terminology). But essentially, the alien forces Kane – a homosexual male by nature, to act in the role he might be familiar with; that of female. It’s rape, of course, but it’s more than that too.

Consider Ash, as well and this character’s sexual underpinnings. He is actually a robot – a creature presumably incapable of having sex, and the film’s subtext suggests that this inability, this repression of the sexual urge, has made him a monster too. When he attacks Ripley late in the film, Ash rolls up a pornographic magazine (surrounded by other examples of pornography) and attempts to jam it down her throat…it’s his penis surrogate. The implication of this particular act is that he can’t do the same thing with his penis, so that Ash must use the magazine in its stead. Later, Ash admits to the fact that he “envies” the alien (penis envy?) and one has to wonder if it is because the alien can sexually dominate any creature in a way Ash cannot manage. When Ash is unable to sate his repressed sexual desire with Ripley, the pressure literally causes him to explode: the android blood is a milky white, semen-like fluid. And it spurts everywhere…a true ejaculation. Ash, when confronted with his own sexuality and inability to express it…can’t hold his wad.

The most hyper-masculinized (again, stereotypically) character in Alien is Parker (Yaphet Kotto), a black man who brazenly discusses eating pussy during the scene leading up to the chest-burster moment. He has an antagonistic, adversarial relationship with Ripley, and is the character most often-seen carrying a weapon (a flame thrower). In another film, Parker might be our hero. In fact, he dies because of the stereotypical quality of chivalry, in a sense: he won’t turn the flame thrower on the alien while a woman (Lambert) is in the line of fire. The alien dispatches Parker quickly (mano e mano), perhaps realizing he will never co-opt an alpha male like Parker to be his “bitch;” at least not the way Kane was used.

As for Lambert, the most-traditionally (and – again – stereotypically) female character in the film — she gets raped by the alien as I noted above, presumably by the xenomorph’s phallus-like tail. Again, the alien has exploited a character’s biological/reproductive nature and used it to meets its own destructive, perverse needs.

Which brings me at long last to Ripley. A character role written for a man and played by a woman (Sigourney Weaver). She is the only survivor (along with Jones the Cat), of the alien’s rampage on the Nostromo, and there’s a case that can be made that the alien cannot so easily “tag” Ripley as either male or female, and that’s why she survives. Kane is fey (possibly gay), Ash is a robot (and hence not able to express sexuality in a “normal” way), Parker is all man, and Lambert is all woman…but Ripley is a tall glass of water (practically an Amazon), and an authority figure (third in command). She is also the only character who balances common sense, heroism, and competence. Given this uncommon mix of stereotypically male and female qualities, the alien is not quite sure how to either “read” or “use” Ripley. In the final moments of the film, it does make a decision; it recognizes Ripley – the best of humanity whether male or female – as kindred; a survivor. So it rides (in secret) with her aboard the shuttle Narcissus as they escape the exploding Nostromo. Note that the alien could likely kill Ripley any time during that flight…but does not choose to do so. It knows it is in safe hands with her, at least for the time being. It uses her “competence,” her skill (qualities of itself it recognizes in her?) to escape destruction…again proving its perfection. Here, perfection can be judged by how well it understands the enemy, the prey.

So, underneath the scares and underneath the great design, what we have here in Ridley Scott’s Alien is the story of a monster that exploits our 1970s views of biology and psychology; causing us (as viewers) to re-examine, perhaps even subconsciously, the sexual stereotypes of the day. The alpha males (Dallas and Parker) are ineffective, the traditional “screaming” female gets exploited (not rescued…), and the most “evolved” human, Ripley (along with another perfect creature – a cat) survives to fight again (and again…and again…and again, as a clone). The strange, spiky sexual nature of Alien lurks just beneath the surface of the film, and is noticeable even in the set design. Just take a long, hard (forgive the term…) look at the “opening” of the alien derelict…it is pretty clearly a vagina. And the chest-burster is pretty clearly phallus-shaped. Ask yourself why. Sex, and sometimes discomfort with sex – is at the heart of this horror film.

You might say I’m reading too much into the film, but nonethtless I suggest one implication of Alien (one quickly cut loose by the more mainstream sequels), is that human sexuality unloosed is the real monster from the id.