Um, animal violence? Not cool, man.
Remember when Danny Mcbride was the biggest concern we had for this film? Halcyon days, in retrospect.
In all honesty, I'm surprised how much leeway this is being given in some quarters. It's a terrible film.
Dead simple dichotomy: in Alien/Aliens, the characters do the logical thing for the most part, only failing in simple human ways, being inferior to the alien, or being sabotaged. In Prometheus and this pile of whoopsie, every single decision is a stupid decision.
Simplicity. If you have to sum up in one word why Casablanca is a classic, this has to be the one. For a film with, by all accounts, such a difficult route to the screen (it was shot sequentially because the script wasn’t finished when filming began) it’s amazing that what we got was so tight, so entertaining and so timeless.
Although the plot sounds reasonably sophisticated on paper (an American ex-revolutionary battles with his conscience, whilst trying to help…
When our narrator and ‘The European’ stumble into a room containing a man constructing his own coffin – a victim of the siege of Leningrad during World War II – its clarity of intent and desperate chill freezes the heart. Marble as white as death blend with drifts of snow coming through the windows. If the rest of the film deals with an afterlife and continuation, this short scene is very much about the terminus.
Undeniably beautiful technically, and logistically…