|This guy didn't watch Alien and look what happened to him.|
Another thing I really dug about Alien was its commitment to realism. I know that's a bit of a stretch in a movie with "Alien" right in the title. But I buy the film's world: it doesn't have the squeaky-shiny newness that characterizes so much sci-fi. The Nostromo is weathered and ramshackle, and for that matter, so is its crew. Their tired faces and dingy clothes have seen better days and it makes them human and vulnerable. This is something Star Wars (George Lucas, 1977) also got right (think, there was a time George Lucas got things right).
There wasn't really anything I didn't like about Alien, although I find it really weird the way the picture quality of movies made between 1975 and 1990 is consistently more dated than movies made decades before. I'm not sure whether it's because the hair and makeup of that era is less "classic" than the 40s-60s (in space, no one can hear you scream, but they can see your shitty perm) or because the less-than-seamless switchover from film to video was kicking off. Whatever: none of that would have been Ridley Scott's fault, and he's turned out a humdinger here.
I give Alien a 5/5. It's all that and a cherry on top (and by a cherry I mean a Harry. A Harry Dean Stanton. Yay!) Watch it. For real. Just do it, okay?
|Space trucker by day, lingerie model by night.|