No matter what the consensus on Prometheus turns out to be, almost everything about the film will be studied and analysed for quite some time to come. From its superlative marketing campaign to its production design to the narrative, Prometheus will join its forebears as a milestone or even monolith of the science fiction genre. It is a film of many layers, both on and off screen, and the debates have already begun, just over 12 hours after its premiere. But for all this bluster and hype, is it actually worth watching?
The short answer is yes. The extended answer is holy shit yes yes a thousand times yes. Early reviews have been fairly harsh on Sir Ridley Scott’s return to sci-fi and the Alien franchise, throwing out reasons that essentially amount to not being Alien. It’s interesting to note that that same 1979 genre classic was also on the wrong end of some pretty poor reviews, but to draw too many parallels would do Prometheus a injustice. If you want the original Alien, go put the DVD on, as this film is essentially its own beast. Finding the correct balance between science-fiction epic and horror thrills, the film is that all-too-rare thing; an event movie that is both entertaining to watch on several levels and thought-provoking.
Big questions are asked, and big themes are woven into the story, adding a few satisfying layers of intrigue to the previous films in the franchise. When you get Lost’s Damon Lindelof to write your script, you’re going to end up with more question than answers by the time you reach the end credits and shamelessly blatant sequel hook. Perhaps this is a story that requires another chapter; you won’t find any complaints from me if that turns out to be the case.
The opening sequence is jaw-dropping. It needs to be seen in IMAX, as anything else would be a disservice. With a few subtle nods to 2001: A Space Odyssey (the first of quite a few), stunning cinematography treats us to shots of a very young Earth, free from the interference of civilisation. Whilst Marc Streitenfeld’s lush score does a fantastic job, you feel as if such shots should be backed by Sigur Ros; no one does ethereal beauty to accompany cold, empty spaces like the Icelandic quartet. This introduction will likely divide the audience into two camps of those who’re going in “cold” having avoided promotional materials, and those who’ve given in to the PR machine; the appearance of a terrifying pale figure who turns out to be the creator of life on our planet will be familiar to those who’ve seen the trailers etc, whereas those who have not will be left wondering what the blue hell it all means.
Scott takes very little time in getting us back to vaguely familiar territory, namely outer space, on a Weyland ship. Here, we’re treated some time alone with the ship’s android, David, left alone on the Prometheus for two years whilst the rest of the crew remain in cryo-stasis. The sequence gives Michael Fassbender time to shine, as he so often does, so much so that if he remained the only character for the entire film (a la Duncan Jones’ Moon), you’d probably still watch. That he never really fades from the foreground once the other sixteen crewmembers awaken is testament to either Fassbender’s talent or the lack of fleshed out characters on the ship, depending on your outlook. The occupants of the Prometheus are central to the debate raging over its merits, with some believing they’re mostly sketches, or fodder for the horrors of LV-223. Personally I feel like, to have an effective horror film, there have to be some characters you feel less for. If you’re shocked by every single character death, then by the time the end credits roll around you’re going to be emotionally exhausted; the only reason why it works in the original Alien is because there are so few characters, that to not become involved in their fate would leave you quite bored for two hours.
As we approach LV-223 (not the planet visited in the original Alien), we get a brief idea of the rest of the motley crew touching down; Dr Elizabeth Shaw (Noomi Rapace), a scientist with some belief in creationism; her partner Dr Charlie Holloway (Logan Marshall-Green), who is slightly more “swashbuckling” and focused on the search than the answers; Meredith Vickers (Charlize Theron), the meeting point between ice queen and corrupt corporate executive; Captain Janek (Idris Elba), the gruff captain who manages to stay relatively light-hearted; Fifield & Milburn (Sean Harris and Rafe Spall respectively), the odd couple double team who really really do not want to be there. Considering this is science-fiction/horror and an Alien film, you might be able to guess who won’t make it to the final reel. It’s hard to describe Prometheus in too much detail without spoiling a lot of the fun; needless to say, the mission goes quite wrong.
Again, the performances are becoming a focal point of the debate surrounding the film. A lot of pundits are taking aim at Rapace for basically not being Ripley, which seems daft considering they’re two different characters in two similar but different situations. Maybe it’s that everyone else pales in comparison to Fassbender’s David. Elba and Theron give fine, memorable performances, whilst Spall & Harris provide the comic relief (of gallows humour variety), even if the latter seems to play things far too intense. The script has also come in for criticism, which is probably justified as it’s the weakest element of the film. Exposition is crammed into dialogue needlessly, and at times, it becomes clichéd. The biggest example of this being a scene in which David turns off his suit’s camera feed whilst out on the surface, causing Vickers, watching alone on the ship’s bay, to exclaim “Son of a bitch cut me off”, despite a) the audience already knowing this and b) there being no one else around in the room.
But it’s a flaw which can be forgiven (in terms of awful sci-fi/horror dialogue, it could be so, so much worse), as it doesn’t take away from the sheer spectacle of it all. Scott has the sense to not rely on CGI much at all, preferring instead to have the film’s alternating pristine spaceship paraphernalia and Gigerian biomechanics created as purely practical effects where possible. For too long have filmmakers relied on distracting and often poor graphics, resulting in what looks like an average XBox game. Sir Ridley also seems to have mastered 3D at his first attempt. The extra dimension doesn’t get in the way and merely enhances key sequences when required.
Whether or not you believe this glowing review or the rather more negative ones, it should be clear that a film that incites such dispute and opposing views is one that needs to be seen. To repeat myself, no matter what the consensus ends up being, Prometheus will remain a milestone in science-fiction cinema. And to answer the question of is it or isn’t it a definite Alien prequel, let’s call a mug a cup; there’s more than enough matching DNA, references and echoes to confirm Prometheus’ addition to the canon.
Now, what are you doing still reading this? Go watch the bloody thing!






























