Another part of the apathy maybe stems from reading Scott's comments from a few years ago regarding why he was compelled, after all these years, to revisit what has now become a spotty yet consistently popular franchise. In 2010, well before PROMETHEUS was marketed into being Not An ALIEN Prequel, Scott talked to the Los Angeles Times about his nagging need to finally, FINALLY tell the story of that poor dead nine foot tall "space jockey" who was seen seated in that weird canon in the original ALIEN. Scott told the reporter, "No one ever asked that question: What's the story there? I was always surprised that people didn't ask that one. Now we're going to answer that question."
Really? We've waited thirty-plus years for Scott to get back to the Alien world... for that?!? Really? {Yawn.}
But, back to the present day. Having finally seen PROMETHEUS, it turns out that the story of the big dead guy seated in canon is not an altogether dismissible one; it's merely a tragically muddled one. (I'm still not sure how he finally actually ended up in the canon.) For the immaculate first half, I was in awe. As a raw cinematic, visual experience, this was not to be topped. Scott was finally back in the saddle! Michael Fassbender delivers a spot-on performance as David, the artificial human with shadowy motives. Noomi Rapace makes due with what she's given as the lead character, a deceptively one-dimensional explorer out to literally meet her maker. Charlize Theron, who is now starring as a scenery-chewing she-villain in one movie per week (last week it was SNOW WHITE AND THE HUNTSMAN. Dare we ask what next week holds?) plays one of the single most intentionally despicable characters I've witnessed in a while. But as it should be, it's H.R. Giger, the famous artist and designer of the gothic unsettling (who's nightmarish work on the original ALIEN is unmatched), steals the show.
PROMETHEUS seems to set out to be the Ultimate Horror Movie, giving a scary answer to a Very Big Question. Unfortunately, it's when the horror kicks in that the movie more or less unravels. There are isolated moments of pure horror, pure dread, as well as some downright kinetic moments that you feel. Scott's unflinching depiction of the film's obligatory reproductive body horror is an accomplishment, particularly noteworthy for how, perhaps for the first time in the franchise's history, it skews to female fears rather than male. (PROMETHEUS goes as far to actualize this shift when during a key moment, a central device in the sequence initially defaults to male use rather than female.) I just wish I came away understanding what happened in the movie, and why. And I don't mean that in a good, I-need-to-see-that-again kind of way.
PROMETHEUS will, and should, prove irresistible to a great many. To them, I would make the rare recommendation of seeing it in 3D (I can't imagine the film otherwise), and also lower any soaring expectations. Remember, this is the hyper-sleeping Ridley Scott of today (ROBIN HOOD, AMERICAN GANGSTER, A GOOD YEAR), many light years from the soaring Scott of ALIEN, BLADE RUNNER, and even GLADIATOR. PROMETHEUS stands as his most noteworthy, in some ways most absolute work of this time, the twilight of his career. It truly is a maddening conundrum of intense persistent beauty, forcible effective horror, and anti-logic storytelling.
- Jim Tudor