"Prometheus" was the summer movie Flannista was most excited about and it did not disappoint, even if every single character does something ridiculously stupid, like opening pod bay doors when they don't know what's on the other side or touching black goo even when told, "Don't touch that!"
Director Ridley Scott (who also directed the original "Alien") had teased "Alien" junkies like Flann for the past several months claiming that "Prometheus" was NOT a "prequel" to "Alien" but shared "the same DNA".
Make no mistake: this is a prequel. It is more grand than "Alien" in its stunning visual scale and focus on some big, metaphysical questions about the origin and ultimate fate of humanity, including a question of truly existential dread: "Why does our Creator hate us?" (It is never answered, by the way, so look for a sequel to the prequel.)
But the ick factor is still very high with gooey, slimy creatures that penetrate orifices and impregnate foolish crew members, leading to a viscerally disturbing scene of self-inflicted surgery that rivals the infamous chest-busting scene in "Alien". All to say, don't try this at home.
Perhaps most disappointing is that Sigourney Weaver's character, Ellen Ripley, is nowhere to be found or even hinted at. Yes, the film's protagonist, Dr. Elizabeth Shaw, played by Noomi Rapace (the girl with the dragon tattoo in the Swedish adaptations of the Stieg Larsson trilogy) has superhuman strength, but Elizabeth, I know Ellen Ripley. Ellen Ripley is a friend of mine, and you are no Ellen Ripley.
Still, "Prometheus" is a mind-blowing and body-busting experience for those of us who prefer both with our sci-fi horror. I loved it and will no doubt see it again. I just can't help myself. I love to hear screaming in outer space that makes me squirm in a dark theater. Plus, I can't stop thinking about it. Could it be that we're not just a cosmic accident, but something so horrible that our own Creator feels compelled to wipe us out?
Where's Ripley when I need her?