
Prometheus (2012; Ridley Scott) is a flick that needs serious mental gymnastics to make sense of and appreciate—if you’re so inclined…
A prequel to Alien, with mashed-up elements of
Chariots of the Gods and 1955’s East of Eden thrown in, Prometheus follows
explorers with conflicting agendas who are using star-charts from
35,000-year-old cave wall paintings to discover that our ancient astronaut
creators are not at all friendly.
Hardly without its flaws—Prometheus is a damn fine flick to look at, technically perfect, partially shot in Iceland ’s volcanic fields, with
incredible sets and special effects.
Even when the script makes no sense whatsoever (which
is most of the time—and completely unravels at the end), director Scott knows
how to create mood, suspension and excitement—with plenty of gore.
It’s got all the elements of a “spectacular”
crowd-pleaser, even supposedly “deep” theological questions that fanboys and
pseudo-intellectuals can chew over later.