Prometheus Unbound: What The Movie Was Actually About

[David Morris]

I haven't seen it yet (should I?).  But here's another take on why it
sucks (they civilized it):

http://tomshone.blogspot.com/2012/06/review-prometheus-dir-scott.html

One of the things I love about [the original] Alien was the
imaginative effort it took to live up to its title. Unlike so many
past attempts to imagine aliens and their worlds, Scott's
gyno-shocker-masterpiece presented us with something that seemed
genuinely other, exotic, non-human. It seemed alien. From the
Giger-designed creature itself  — eyeless, with an extended cranium,
and its endless sets of jaws-with-jaws — to the space wreck in which
we first found it, with its rack-of-rib-lined corridors and
fallopian-tube doorways, the film presented us with a queasily
beautiful mixture of the mechanical and the organic, like a cross
between a cathedral and a quadruple bypass operation.  Scott's new
movie, Prometheus, blithely undoes all that, reconverting all that
foreignness back into the reliably humanoid.  The space jockey is just
a suit; underneath it looks just like a human, or to be more specific,
a glow-in-the-dark ancient Greek, entombed in a room of ancient
hieroglyphs.

On Tue, Jun 12, 2012 at 12:29 PM,  <kelber at mindspring.com> wrote:
> The Lindelof interview really pinpoints the problem.  Scott and Lindelof seriously believed that they were in the same league as Kubrick and Clarke?  Let's throw in assorted Big Questions for depth; some exploding bodies for Alien fans; gratuitous references to good movies to show that we know about that stuff; a hot, corporate bitch, 'cause our dumb audience needs some stock tropes; and a heaping serving of faux-religion.  Something for everyone works, right?