an altogether higher class of gibbonindex
So, I braved the mixed reviews and went to see Prometheus - being of the opinion that the original Alien was by far the best of the franchise. Prepared for abject disappointment, I was quite surprised. First of all, a pretty much spoiler-free mini-review:
Visually, absolutely stunning. From the sleek, elegantly engineered spacecraft to the clouded, primeval alien landscapes, via weathered alien archaeology - fantastic. Muted colours and visceral impact and understated use of 3D - all positively splendid.
Distinct script and pacing issues - while I liked the (somewhat unoriginal) ideas underpinning it all, it got to the point where several characters could have easily been deleted, tautening up a decidedly flabby cast. When the crew count was declared to be 17, I immediately knew I'd never remember them all - I spotted some genuine red-clad redshirts in there along the way. Some seriously vicious editing and cutting could have improved things dramatically - although having said that, I'd be intrigued by an extended, director's cut - the clunky script is certainly resting upon a Ridley Scott original...
Score? A pretentiously metaphysical four out of five. Recommended, but my obsessive love for the whole 'alien archaeology' thing may have unnecessary boosted my opinions, even if it was more of the Indiana Jones school than Time Team.
Now, on with the utterly spoilery and potentially explosive dissection, after the gratuitous imagery...
Prepared for spoilers? Right then - I wasn't joking. Here we go!
It's about parents. Both having parents, and being one. Of creation, and of being created.
See: David's 'father', Peter Weyland, and his cold, logical engineering of a situation in which Weyland would die. Meredith Vickers' allusion towards Weyland also being her 'father', and her indifference towards his final voyage and her desire to inherit his kingdom. Peter Weyland's preferences towards the artificial, manufactured, technologically perfect David against the human and therefore potentially fallible Meredith. Elizabeth Shaw's loss of her mother then father, then sterility, then forcible caesarian section slash abortion of something deeply horrible within. The Engineers themselves - creating (perhaps accidentally?) a whole new subspecies of themselves, then belatedly declaring that postnatal abortion is the only approach - the exact reason for which is the central mystery of the film.
Still with me?
Dr. Shaw's relationship with her (late) parents is the only remotely positive one, with her increasingly strained Christian faith being her only connection to her mother and father. (How do you reconcile your belief in a benevolent creator with the discovery that your actual, ultimate creators are now a bunch of militaristic, bioengineering bastards intent on exterminating your kind?) Her inability to create, cruelly subverted by those same creators - serious ick.
David allows his effective father to die, and then is 'free' - albeit separated from his body, and now dependent on a human he has already betrayed. He wanted his parent dead, she wants her parents to live.
Did I mention the film is just a little bit pretentious? But then, if you accepted the very name 'Prometheus', you've probably coped okay. The film's Prometheus? The first is the Engineer at the beginning, dissolving himself into clay in order to invisibly direct the evolution of an entire planet's nascent ecosystems. Was this act sanctioned by the whole Engineer culture? Or was it a rebellious attempt at creating new life, not destroying it? Whatever it was, it was enough to justify revisiting their eventual creation time and time again, until a sudden abandonment and change of heart. Central question again.
The basic coordinates provided to the effective children early in their lives? Instead of a welcoming ancestral home, somehow it's metamorphosed into a staging area for annihilation. Is it just our own particular human variant that's been deemed worthy of extinction, or had it become a general policy amongst the Engineers, to rid themselves of their now potentially belligerent offspring?
In terms of setting hopeful familial role models towards today's youth, this film is somewhere between the Texas Chainsaw Massacre and EastEnders. With a definite leaning towards the latter. (In the off-chance that any actual familial persons are reading this, no, not you, you lot are lovely.)
Now, for some science.
I saw someone describe somewhere online that Prometheus' principal failings were the lack of scientific rigour compared with the original Alien. Why, this was vague futuristic fantasy at best, compared with the hard science fiction of its progenitor.
At which point I burst out laughing.
I'd been prepared for inconsistencies beforehand (once again, there's an alien beast that somehow rapidly dramatically increases in mass with no apparent food source, once again there's a deeply confused and incoherent approach to biology, and once again there's a spaceship that's based more around 'ship' than 'space'). But there were some little touches I really appreciated.
Upon arrival at LV-223, the atmosphere was described as "... ~75% nitrogen, ~21% oxygen, few percent argon". Phew, I thought, that's pretty Earth-like - suggesting some kind of photosynthesising biology. "... three percent carbon dioxide." Oh shit. "You'll last two minutes at most out there, so you'll need to wear a suit." High carbon dioxide levels: the worst form of suffocation. Terraforming gone wrong?
Edit 2012-06-15: turns out 3% carbon dioxide is unlikely to kill you - it takes 7-10% for that. Did I misremember, or did Prometheus snatch defeat from the jaws of victory yet again?
Lidar mapping of tunnels was a nice feature, although the typical Hollywood idiocy of the drones' deployers promptly getting lost in a linear environment immediately took effect. I'd actually seen the red lasers in a few promotional shots, and dismissed them as pure atmospheric cheese - the 1970s set-dressing equivalent of blue LEDs. Watching the film, my concerns were soon allayed - this was actual human technology in action.
This time, the biology's still a mess - but it's perhaps intentionally messy and unpredictable. The Engineers have created a bioweapon centred around a virulent outbreak of teleology - a directed evolution capable of offing its targets in varied, vicious (and viscous) ways. Is the xenomorph just one particularly successful variant? I still feel that Alien should be required viewing for anyone designing quarantine procedures on an interstellar mission. Do not remove helmets, for whatever reason. Do not poke at anything vaguely biological. Assume any alien life is potentially hostile. Sadly, this particular fictional universe was left without the educational fictional work that is Alien.
Mentioning typical Hollywood idiocy: guys, I know it's a hubristic corporate pilgrimage unwittingly led by some bright-eyed hippies who've accidentally discovered the secrets of the universe, but seriously. Get someone competent to design your abort procedures, your safety protocols, and invest in some proper support staff. Your geologist should indeed love rocks, but not at the expense of all else. (It's nowhere near Sunshine with its reliance on a scratty few plants for oxygen generation instead of reality's multiply redundant systems, fortunately - at least there's the vague suggestion there are actual emergency backups and procedures to follow, however flimsy or vague.) Also, please shell out for the full software suite for the medical pod - otherwise someone will have to improvise in a distinctly messy fashion. Also, if someone belts you round the head, scampers off for a bit and comes back sporting a fetching scar while leaving bloody footprints, at least look a little bit surprised...
But then, I'm starting to wander. It's a bit of an odd one, this film. On leaving the cinema, it was a three elevated to a four by the visuals. But I've spent the rest of the day thinking about its backstory - and while it's still a definite four, it's a four with utter intrigue for the sequel.
For one, I have a certain fondness for the idea of a stranded, resourceful female academic, surviving surrounded by incomprehensible alien hardware, making her way through unknown worlds in an attempt to tease out reasons and justifications...
Surprisingly, the weather in Seattle on Tuesday was utterly and totally cloudy - just like it had been for the annular eclipse of the sun a few weeks ago.
Fortunately, NASA's Solar Dynamics Observatory was far up above the clouds, ready to observe the transit of Venus in full.
I'm not too disappointed I couldn't see it in-person, however - having seen the 2004 one from a decidedly warm and sunny Köln. There wasn't quite the excitement back then - apparently human lifetimes aren't sufficient to see the next one...
August 21st, 2017 should be a good opportunity for eclipse-spotting. I'll be heading somewhere sufficiently far away from Seattle, leaving the clouds far behind...
My bookmarks-list is roughly two thousand screens long - a vaguely-chronologically-ordered mass of things I've found interesting in the last eight years or so.
Some of the older pages still operate. Picked from vaguely near the middle, have some stuff from the archives...
Bonus Cup of Brown Joy corner:
- How to make tea - (British Standard on the standards-compliant manner of brewing a nice cuppa), and
- Why to make tea - (I'm falling behind on re-educating the inhabitants of these here colonies). via
Advice on seeing transit of Venus in Seattle tomorrow: head for the coast to escape the clouds!
Right, time to actually post some links. Behold, links!
Bonus Inappropriate Taxidermy Corner (animal lovers beware):
In keeping with today's ever-progressing consolidation of internet communications into huge, data-farming social-networking ultra-sites, I've decided to catch up with the 20th century and set up my own blog.
Not to be confused with the other blog, from which this is derived.
Featuring absolutely zero integration with all the services the cool kids are using, such as MySpace, Bebo, Orkut or Google Plus, the grandly named, self-authored BaaBaa-BlogSheep™ v2.0 does enjoy such wonderfully modern extravagances as RSS feeds and ... erm ... well, that's about it.
So let us celebrate this explosion of computing technology with an explosion:
But, what's the point of all this? Basically it's somewhere for me to post interesting links I've found (usually pertaining to rusty things, antiquated things and misappropriation of modern things) and write up my Arduino and Raspberry Pi foolings-around, photographic projects and suchlike. And link to far too many pictures of SPAAAACE. And the word 'MINERVA', so you can search for it.
Essentially, if you followed my Google Reader interesting things feed, it's basically that, but with more original stuff written by me. And without Google arbitrarily taking away my ability to share things that way in an attempt to further its increasingly ludicrous Google Plus.
I had several hundred, completely anonymous followers on Google Reader. I miss them, whoever they were!
So without further ado, I declare this blog open! Emergency exits are at the front and rear, lifejackets are under your seats and the pilot will be distributing complimentary peanuts in a few minutes.