Surprisingly operaic. This is not an Alien film per se, more like an origin story, or kind of a metanarrative. Fathers, creators, myths and kitsch. Michael Fassbender teaches himself to finger himself here; and to blow his own flute.
Sure, it's funny and often surreal to the max, but it also feels a bit like an overlong short film with one idea. Dano and Radcliffe are sweet here, but I'm not sure that it is... touching? Isn't that what it's after? The "deepness" of it is pure bogus, it works solely because of the zaniness of the ideas and scenes. But it wasn't heartfelt for me, not truly. Calculating, more so.