Well, shit. I’d say this is pretty good if there was only the quarantine protocol plothole, which again is kinda ignored at inopportune times. You land on an alien planet, I don’t care how welcoming it looks, YOU DON’T TAKE OFF YOUR FUCKING HELMET. PERIOD. JFC. Sorry for the blasphemy, but it’s a fucking protocol for a reason, and a plothole that carries through most of these fucking movies, you’d think they’d figure it out. Even if this story takes place like 33 years before the first Alien, you wouldn’t think every crew is this fucking stupid.
Around ten years after Prometheus, we find Colonization Vessel Covenant cruising out to a new planet to settle, 2000+ people and a lot of embryos on board with a 7 year ETA. But after a solar sail incident to re-power, they wake up to carnage, a dead captain, repairs to be made and...what’s this? An odd signal from a nearby planet that also seems habitable? Better than space-sleeping another few years, Let’s check it out, at least. Since Captain died in the solar incident, the new Captain...seems a bit unsure of himself. It doesn’t help the situation once they land and the shitshow begins. It is an Alien story, after all. And the overall implications relayed, seen or implied? It’s Pretty fuckin horrific.
Overall, it’s not a horrible story. But there’s kind of a second logical plothole that would have also prevented this whole fuckery, dealing with communications to the mothership about what’s actually happening on the surface. It’s some lazy-ass writing to keep the plot going, but damn. Maybe that’s why I forgot the majority of the film plot after watching it the first time. A serious Danny McBride as pilot Tennessee in the only role I think I’ve seen him in that’s decent and memorable. Michael Fassbender continues his role as Android, in two roles here actually, in continuity with Prometheus. Katherine Waterston does ok as the default Ripley kinda character, if a bit hackneyed from time to time. Overall it’s a fantastically looking film. But Fucking Hell. I guess I wasn’t drunk enough to dismiss the glaring logic-drops. But I am pretty in the bag. That’s why I’m a bit miffed at this one. Again, apparently. Damn.
