Prometheus: A Review
I’m going to preface this review by saying that I haven’t watched Alien (or Aliens), don’t know what it’s about, and am not that interested in finding out. Which obviously taints my opinion of Prometheus, which I viewed entirely as a separate entity.
In my humble opinion, Prometheus sucked, and I attribute it to the fact that the film was born, bred, and sterilized in the Hollywood factory system, which is run by ladder-climbing idiots who approach reading scripts with the same gusto that they do sucking their immediate boss’s dick. Except for my friends who work in the industry, of course, who are all brilliant and talented and I LOVE YOU.
Prometheus opens with an image of an alien looking man, watching a disc of a spaceship riding off into the ether, leaving him alone at the top of a waterfall. With much flourish, he produces a round globe, which he twists apart to reveal a small container of writhing, silver material.
