Prometheus, Ridley Scott’s kinda/sorta prequel to his 1979 sci-fi classic, Alien, is visually stunning but surprisingly empty. I really wanted to love this movie more than I actually did. It felt like two films uncomfortably mashed together. One film is a straight-up Alien prequel with the typical “trapped in an alien enviornment/no one can hear you scream in outer space” tropes but with Scott’s flair and panache (this is probably from the original script by Jon Spaihts). The other film, likely from Damon Lindelof’s rewrite, is a philosophical about the nature of our creation and what makes us human. The movie asks all the big questions like “Who made us?” and “Where did we come from?” but when it comes to answering those questions, well…let’s just say you can take the writer out of Lost but you can’t take Lost out of the writer.
