a list that is trying to contain every horror film made that is not lost and is found on the…
Our time is up.
In 1993, the Search for Extra Terrestrial Intelligence Project receives a transmission detailing an alien DNA structure, along with instructions on how to splice it with human DNA. The result is Sil, a sensual but deadly creature who can change from a beautiful woman to an armour-plated killing machine in the blink of an eye.
Naked Natasha on the prowl for a baby daddy. Michelle way before Heath. An unlucky hobo. A curious conductor. A fight with a blob. Mr. Blonde is a man of action. A hyper-sensitive Ghost Dog. Toilet ownage. The French Kiss of Death. A Samaritan's last good deed. A CSI flashes a boob. Alfred's hotel surprise turned nightmare. Nude carjacking. Gandhi's final swim. Alien hunting in a sewer. Baby aliens like to eat rats. Natasha Henstridge, the 90's version of Mathilda May.
Some science-fiction films age badly. When the film in question was more famous for a bit of nudity than its actual story however, a revisit can prove deeply disappointing once the viewer has grown up a little. I remember Natasha Henstridge flashing her bits back in 1995 and finding her a rather effective and interesting addition to the alien genre, but with all due respect to director Roger Donaldson, this isn't that great.
When Ben Kingsley lays out the story of SIL to the gathered scientists, empath, and bounty-hunter, it makes perfect sense. The inclusion and mention of SETI and then an answer from outer space which has provided Kingsley and his cohorts with some dodgy DNA combinations, this then…
Never before has the science fiction/horror genre been defined as completely as it has been in that Molina/Henstridge sex scene.
This review reportedly contains spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Gandhi tries to gas Marilyn Monroe. Things go awry.
Gandhi hires a crack team made up of Doctor Octopus, Mr. Blonde, Ghost Dog and Catherine Willows (C.S.I specialist) to track down Monroe. Unbeknownst to them Marilyn Monroe has morphed into a giant vagina and spewed forth a Canadian fashion model with a thing for turning into a monster that has tentacles coming out of her nipples. Nevertheless our hardy team succeed in tracking her down and making things difficult for the mammary monster, so she decides to cut off her thumb and dye her hair in a bid to lose their scent. It kinda works.
Canadian fashion model takes the game to them and tricks Doctor Octopus into having smex…
"We decided to make it female so it would be more docile and controllable. "
"More docile and controllable, eh? You guys don't get out much."
This is definitely a guilty pleasure of mine.
AN INTERVIEW WITH BEN KINGSLEY.
Ben: (sits down) hi...
Me: Hi... Glad you could join us!
Ben: And happy to be here!
Me: Okay... So... I guess I'll start wiiiith (looking through notes on my lap)... What was it like working with the director?
Ben: (asking self) What was it like working with the director...? Hmmmm... Gosh, I honestly don't know!
Me: You don't?!
Ben: No! I'm afraid not...
Me: okaaaay (looking over notes) Hmm, it says here you had the hots for the alien... Is that true?
Ben: Ahh, I don't understand the question... And besides the point, that's a rather odd & pointless thing to ask... Don't you think?!
Me: Now, Ben... It was only a simple harmless question...…
Or cockblocking with Forest Whitaker as Captain Obvious.
Dennis Feldman's script is basically The Fly II meets Alien³ in Los Angeles. It seems like both director Donaldson and screenwriter Feldman are trying to reinvent film noir and the femme fatale or something, but the ambition comes up empty. You can't expect too much with a barely twenty-year-old Natasha Henstridge undressing herself in front of men constantly, hah. Obviously, the bait was set for any juvenile boy, and Species grossed over $100 million. Worst of all is the preposterously redundant structure that focuses far too much on the team of scientists, an empath, and a hitman, who are constantly re-telling the story we're watching. And then Dan (Forest Whitaker) plainly lays it out once more for anyone who missed…
So dumb but so fun.
I admire Ben Kingsley's commitment to every role, no matter how goofy and exploitative the movie. "Species'" is a sexy alien movie inexplicably starring Kingsley, Forrest Whitaker, Alfred Molina (as a nerd!), Michael Madsen, Marg Helgenberg and a super-young Michelle Williams.
As ridiculous as the premise is (government merges human and alien DNA to create a hybrid, who's grown up and wants to mate), the cast and crew take the film oddly seriously. This is a B-movie in the classic sense; an exploitative premise treated without a wink or irony.
I miss those kinds of movies.
Really good trash.
It's too bad the effects were out of date before this movie even came out because otherwise it kind of has its act together. The team was weird enough 20 years ago, now it seems like some kind of alternate time line.
For what this was I actually really liked it, going in initially with incredibly low expectations. It was incredibly tame and I was surprised that there were no scenes of sensuality with wild saxophone background music. I was a little crestfallen about that. Otherwise it pretty much met all of my bad nineties expectations.
Aliens send beings to earth after receiving an invitation from SETI. Scientists implant alien DNA into the wombs of pregnant human women. Great idea, right? Anyway, a little girl is born and she grows at an astounding rate. When they decide the experiment has gone awry, the scientists decide to gas the cute little blond alien girl. She resents this. The girl escapes and continues to grow until she's Natasha Henstridge and she's aching to mate. Normally, Natasha would have no trouble with that, but she comes on a bit strong and most of her dates end up face down in a hot tub.
Ben Kingsley (cold, but not evil scientist guy) and his crew, Michael Madsen, Marg Helgenberger, Afred…
So 90's it hurts, having been dutch-angled and lens-flared to death, this is basically an episode of TALES FROM THE CRYPT. But the great casting is the main thing keeping this afloat, more so than other similar movies of this ilk. Still fill cheated by the painful CGI at the end, but hey, H.R. Giger makes it go down a little easier.
Horror movies are by far my favorite, so I've decided to make a list with all of them I remember…