In space, no one can hear you nerd out.
Ridley Scott puts out a Prometheus trailer that smacks a couple of generations of nerds right in the face by haunting the trailer for Alien.
Do I dig it? The throwback elements of it, I do. The lack of non-screaming face-time for Noomi Rapace and Charlize Theron, not so much. (I’d go into the underpants shot, but that means talking about the scene in Alien that is 110% underpants, -15% alien vanquishing, and that would lead into more than anyone wants, so we’ll just pretend nothing’s up.) And someday I will have to write about my feelings for Ellen Ripley, but loving her with the intensity of a thousand suns doesn’t mean I can’t love any other awesome lady that wanders this doomed-ass landscape (Hey, Vasquez!), so I’ll keep an open mind there. (The cast in general looks pretty stellar – resume-wise, anyway. So far in the trailer it’s lots of jumping and some questionable hair color on Monsieur Fassbender.)
I admit, I had always figured that Ridley Scott was just being coy about this movie because he didn’t want to blow his remake mystique before he could sign the contract for Blade Runner 2: Runnerer. But now I’m wondering if he was being coy because nobody wants to answer the “But really, are aliens in it?” question until the last second. However, what’s here is still more than enough to interest me (and the bursts of high-pitched squealing are just aces), so this goes on the calendar, with some poor, gullible friend who will get her hand terror-clasped an embarrassing number of times.
Speaking of, I think it’s time for me to pull the courage together to see the first one again! (It takes a lot of courage. That movie is amazing, but I have a very low threshold for the Creeps, and that movie pushes it right to the limit. I really need to work on getting a scary-movie setup where you have a small TV and it’s very sunny and you’re surrounded by puppies the whole time.)

























