ABCs of Horror 2: “A” Is for Aliens (1986)

Paste’s ABCs of Horror 2 is a 26-day project that highlights some of our favorite horror films from each letter of the alphabet. The only criteria: The films chosen can’t have been used in our previous Century of Terror, a 100-day project to choose the best horror film of every year from 1920-2019, nor previous ABCs of Horror entries. With many heavy hitters out of the way, which movies will we choose?
There’s no doubt that the 1980s represented the first golden age of what we collectively have come to think of as the classical “film sequel.” We’re talking about the era of endless numerically titled sequels—your Rocky IVs and Friday the 13th Part VIIs—unified by a simple, common ethos that could be roughly translated as “bigger” and “more.” A sequel of the 1980s was expected to take a potential franchise into new territory, forever raising the stakes and upping the production value, body count and sheer wow factor. It was an era where there could be little doubt that bigger was better, and there may be no more perfect example than James Cameron’s Aliens, frequently hailed as one of the best pure film sequels of all time.
And yet, Aliens is also more than just a money-grubbing sequel that struggles to justify its own existence, of which this decade had too many to count. It’s also a textbook example of its director’s strongest assets as a filmmaker, and a readymade example of how one can “raise the stakes” in a franchise sequel by reframing the story of the original within a new genre twist. Where Ridley Scott’s Alien horrified the audiences of 1979 with its slow-burning, claustrophobic tension, pioneering production design and cat-and-mouse finale, Aliens instead raised heart rates with an injection of pure adrenaline, balancing morbid humor and endearing characters with a second helping of H.R. Giger-inspired nightmare fuel. “Action horror” has never truly been codified as a subgenre, but if it was, Aliens would no doubt be considered its foundational text.
Key to the whole thing is of course the starring performance of Sigourney Weaver as Ellen Ripley, featured significantly more prominently here than in the original Alien. From its first images of our protagonist in cryo-stasis, a Rip Van Winkle who awakens to learn that her old life has long since passed, and even her daughter has grown old and died during her silent voyage, it is clear that Cameron intends for Ripley to become an iconic heroine. Brusquely capable, unwilling to be spoken down to, but understandably shaken with trauma after the horrific events of the Nostromo, she wants no part in another misadventure involving acid-blooded aliens, but is insidiously roped into the mission by a carrot of redemption dangled by slick company man Carter Burke (Paul Reiser). In doing so, Cameron preserves the most important core theme of Scott’s film, and ultimately the Alien series—the uncaring, soulless and deadly nature of corporate bureaucracy run rampant. The machinations of “the corporation” form a perfect backdrop for Ripley’s empathetic heroism.