Word: alienate
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Because of money, I guess, for starters. Also, because it's the coolest space monster ever. Because of visual stylist Jean-Pierre Jeunet of Delicatessen fame. Because of whole ship mama Sigourney Weaver. Because of genetics and the human attachment to willful mediocrity. Because we've never seen an alien underwater (where you also can't scream). Because bounty hunters watch the TV shopping network. Because of Dominique Pinon's forehead. Because aliens bleed acid, and androids bleed semen. Because alien-human hybrids have pixie noses. And, always, because of the deeper issues...
...deeper issues. Alien Resurrection isn't appreciably better than the movie after which no sequels need have been made, and necessarily worse. By itself, it's an average to good action movie starring more than the usual number of people who maybe saw the word "acting" in a book once (Sigourney Weaver's rather good, Pinon's on leave from the stage). But as always, it's the deeper issues, the pressing questions, the intriguing half-truths tussling with the universal in the dust--it's these things that lead us back. Accordingly, please find attached a primer of issues...
...working with whimsy and choosing the spherical or the slimy in quest of audience discomfiture. In an ideal world, this would create bountiful sci-fi by merging with the everyday fear of being alone in a creepy apartment with the feeling that someone's watching or something's awry: (Alien as Repulsion?). Jeunet's possible mis-step in this parade of the pods? Presaging that many scientists of the future would wear the tied back pony tail of aging, disgruntled hippies...
Genitalia. Penis-lipped egg pods, alien ad hoc vaginas--this could get tiresome. Please move...
...What Is Frightening? A: No Longer Senorita Alien. When alien infighting occurs in the cage of pain constructed by pony-tailed hippies, all you see is a whir of cellophane and custard. When the camera slides down the back of the alien like Fred Flintstone leaving the quarry at quitting time, we can only think of Spielberg's T. Rex--a death blow to the spit-and-steel horror of the original alien beast. Which brings...