What the fuck happened here? I remember seeing this back after it first came out and being rather disaffected by it. This is Fincher’s first feature film after being like a snazzy commercial and music video guy, gets a hold of the franchise. Se7en was three years later to put him on the map, then Fight Club in ‘99. But this? Who the fuck approved this script? Looks slick, but damn. This is kind of a shitshow.
Ripley, Lost in Space AGAIN, with her emergency pod crashing on a Prison Planet Fiornina “Fury” 161 of all YY chromosome males, whatever the fuck that means. Yet she still becomes the alpha? FFS, whatever. Ripley’s like a bad luck charm.
I was hoping the Special Edition, put together by Not Fincher (who pretty much completely disowned the film due to ‘producer meddling’ and such), would help maybe ascend this movie a bit. Watching this just made me sad and angry. Two fantastic movies previous, genre-shifting. Then this. Technically this is another genre-shift, to heroin chic dramatudes. Was it supposed to be some epic existential The Seventh Seal kinda shit, with some bits of gore thrown in? Nothing about this is particularly scary. Or exciting. Or logical. It’s a nihilistic crapping on the story and the audience. I maybe buried this under the cockeries that the next one was, from my recollection. At least Jeunet has some style to his stuff. But then again, so does Fincher. The performances by Charles Dance and a bit by Charles Dutton are decent, but Lance Henriksen here just felt like pandering to the previous films, the rest of this is rubbish, especially considering its predecessors.
