I have always been a fan of
sci-fi movies. I mean, I practically breathe Star Wars everyday like some
reefer bong at 4:20 in the afternoon. And though monster aliens are perhaps my
least favorite genre in the sci-fi spectrum, I guess these types of flicks impart
the most important morals in life. Yep! Monster alien movies because where else
can you find the most important tips of survival other than movies showcasing a
wide variety of squeals, bloodbath and (excruciatingly) adorable
120-toothed-double-mouthed-20-inched-forehead-monster from the outer rims of
Zeta Reticuli?
Having seen Ridley Scott’s first installment
of Alien (1979) again (after about 12 years, on HD 1080-fuuureakin-pixels!) was
in a sense, intriguing. Imagine, a creature, the purest being, with no conscience
and remorse, as a tool for human warfare/protection and security. Makes you
think really, these guys COULD be useful, except for the fact that their blood
is 100% acidic and lethal and yes, they host on the human esophagus to
fertilize a 20-inch silver-toothed-worm by a slimy spider-like creature
sticking on your face for 24 hours! Scott (next to Lucas, of course) definitely
is a genius having made a film like that (some) 30 years ago.
Everything I need to know, I
learned from Alien (1979):
When someone
says “Let’s get out of here” and you’re on an eerily strange alien planet with
no signs of (benevolent) life, DO IT! FAST! Stalling around and checking
every piece of slimy little egg is probably the most stupid thing ever! Unless
you’re planning to do a sequel…
Alien planet “Faberge
eggs” open, exposing a freakishly slimy bald head… the last thing you should
do is stick your head right in front of it! I mean, really?! Common sense!
Freaky
spider-creature (“Face Hugger”) sticking onto your friend’s face is not in any
way cool! Especially when the same creature deliberately detaches itself
some 24 hours after it practically smooched someone’s face to death!
When a loud
and ugly silver-toothed-20-inch worm (“Chestburster”) literally purges out of
someone’s chest, KILL IT! In a fvcking instant! Never mind its teeth or
size, the fvcking thing just tore someone else’s chest open, the least you
could do is marvel at its malevolent birth!
Cats are cute
but I really don’t think living on a 500 megaton metal ore refinery space ship
(and being several light years away from Earth) is their thing. Why on Earth
would a space crew ship want to bring a feline on one of their missions?
“Mother! You
Bitch!” Though it originally is “Mother! Turn the cooling unit back on! Mother!...You Bitch!”
but I guess you get my point. Sometimes, they can be… Bigtime!
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