Prometheus

During interviews leading up to the release of Prometheus, director Ridley Scott and screenwriters Jon Spaihts and Damon Lindelof did their best to downplay any branding of their new film as a “prequel” to Scott’s 1979 sci-fi/horror classic, Alien. Their explanation as to why it wasn’t certainly came across reasonably enough — talking points included a desire for the film to stand on its own merits as well as serve as a springboard for a potential new franchise separate from the increasingly silly Alien films. It’s too bad they missed the most compelling reason to distance the two: one had a great script. Despite consistently astounding production values, Prometheus is hobbled throughout by a screenplay that would have been jettisoned out of the airlock normally reserved for scripts rejected by the SyFy Original Channel. (And seriously, does SyFy reject anything?)
In many ways, Prometheus is that knockout, gorgeous girl in school who, deep down, wants to be appreciated for her smarts, but — God help her — is simply not very bright. She’ll do fine enough in the box office of life, thankyouverymuch, but every time she tries to pretend she’s something she’s not — dropping some pseudo-scientific nugget in a conversation, say — it accomplishes little more than sharply reminding her audience of the gap between what she’s trying to be and what she is. Much in the same way, Prometheus is, visually, a knockout. And it wants us to understand it has so much more on its mind than it’s capable of getting across. But then it opens its mouth.
The story begins with archaeologists Elizabeth Shaw (Noomi Rapace) and Charlie Holloway (Logan Marshall-Green) discovering an intriguing prehistoric cave painting depicting a giant man pointing to what’s assumed to be a cluster of stars by Shaw (who willfully undermines the Scientific Method seemingly every chance she gets, with her constant, nebulous protestations of having faith). “Of course!” exclaim the characters. “Are you serious?!” exclaim the audience. From there, we’re off on a trillion-dollar trek to the stars, funded by the mysterious and shady Peter Weyland (Guy Pearce, in full geriatric-face) of the Alien-universe’s sinister Weyland Corporation. The eponymous Prometheus space vessel is complimented by a bathos-mining crew of ship’s android (Michael Fassbender), Weyland corporate suit (Charlize Theron), ship’s captain (a sadly underutilized Idris Elba) and a dearth of security forces. That Weyland would rest the fate of a trillion-dollar mission to an unknown planet on seventeen crew members (most of whom show no signs of having met, let alone trained together) and virtually no security forces reveals the real “Big Question” of the Alien universe– how the hell did his business succeed in the first place?