I have been a huge fan of Ridley Scott’s original “Alien” ever since I first saw it as a teen. The tension in the atmosphere, the subtle pseudo science, the visceral body horror. It’s the perfect horror film. And James Cameron’s “Aliens” brought the franchise to even higher levels of success as one of the best action movies of all time.
Unfortunately, Scott’s latest dive into the Alien franchise went horribly wrong. “Prometheus” is so riddled by incompetent characters bumbling their way through a contrived plot that by the midpoint I found myself screaming, “Just nuke the whole thing from orbit!”
Perhaps the most frustrating aspect of a new superhero property entering the cinematic universe is the obligatory origin story. Because it’s a new character or collection of characters, Hollywood assumes it’s audiences will never understand or appreciate them until we see their origin story — it’s called “en media res” folks, Google it.
A young Bruce Wayne falls into the bat cave before losing his parents. Iron Man blasts his way out of a terrorist cave after building an exosuit out of scrap metal. Peter Parker gets bit by a spider and exacts revenge on his high school bullies.
Origin stories have become commonplace and unfortunately tedious.
“Deadpool” is guilty of being yet another superhero origin story, but as the titular anti hero says himself, this is a different kind of superhero story.
What is that, flying above? Is it a bird? A plane? No. It’s filmmaker Zach Snyder’s latest montage of men in tights, “Batman vs. Superman: Dawn of Justice”.