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Filtering by Tag: Aliens
Lance Henriksen’s gentle, loyal “artificial person” Bishop in Aliens. (Fox)
With the first season of Noah Hawley’s franchise-extending Alien: Earth wrapping up, I ranked the many “artificial persons” of the Alien-iad according to how persuasively human they are. For Vulture.
Timothy Olyphant plays a synthetic named Kirsh in Alien: Earth. (FX)
That advanced degree in xenobiology I’ll be paying off for the rest of my life was an adolescence well spent. My Washington Post essay unpacking the lore of Noah Hawley’s FX spinoff series Alien: Earth is here.
Babou Ceesay as Morrow, the cybernetic Inspector Javert figure of Alien: Earth. (F/X)
On today’s Pop Culture Happy Hour I had a gay old time (double) jawin’ with Glen Weldon and Joelle Monique about Alien: Earth, an attempt by Legion and Fargo showrunner Noah Hawley to implant a feature-film embryo into a prestige-TV host body.
When you're smiling, the whole world smiles at you. (20th Century Studios)
My Washington CIty Paper review of Alien: Romulus, the 45-year-old franchise’s first legasequel, is here. Lest anyone fear I have not had enough to say about these slimy, sweaty movies that I so love, even when they’re bad. Which this new one is not!
Cailee Spaeny, stompin' bugs. (20h Century Studios)
It’s a reunion of the unforgettable Silver Streak episode of A Degree Absolute! as I join pals Glen Weldon and Ronald Young, Jr. to dissect the latest Alien on Pop Culture Happy Hour. None of us recognizes the occasion by using the phrase “hug ‘n’ munch,” even though it would have been utterly appropriate to do so. Dang!
In space, no can hear your scream at your A.D.
No film franchise has had a more accomplished class of filmmakers explode from its womb than the ALIEN-iad. Extraterrestrial, extraterrestrial, read all about it in the Paper of Record.
The 1991-2 production of Alien 3 was by all accounts more of a slog than this photo of Sigourney Weaver and her tall, dark plus-one would suggest.
Here’s a Smithsonian piece wherein I put my lifelong independent study of xenobiology to good use by documenting curator Ryan Lintelman’s quest to sleuth out exactly which ALIEN flick the big prop egg in the Smithsonian Museum of American History. It’s not the first time I’ve recounted the tortured history of of Alien 3, a less imaginative exponent of the visual and thematic ideas that had made the first two pictures in the slime-dripping series so widely admired.
Katherine Waterston is more heavily armed than Sigourney Weaver was in her first xenomorph encounter. (Fox)
My fanboyish impulses mostly come out whenever there's a new ALIEN. Mostly.
I tried not to splash too much corrosive blood on the deck in my dissection of Alien: Covenant.
