And the scary thing is, the audience fucking applauded when it was over! Packed house too... I don't get it...
(MILD SPOILER TO FOLLOW)
When they broke out the stretcher towards the end, my paltry audience tried to laugh it off the screen.
PS: I thought it was much better than Freddy vs Jason, but that ain't saying much now is it...
Hmmm... well, FREDDY VS. JASON hit my year's worst list last time around, too, but I thought the final fight was rather entertaining and a bit more satisfying than what we got in AvP. Script/stupidity-wise, they're on a par with each other.
Okay... ALIEN VS. PREDATOR isn't THE worst film of the year--I'd rather sit through something like this than something that BORES me into physical pain. And I was, admittedly, never a huge PREDATOR aficionado to begin with.
But the ALIEN series was doing so well for me. Four completely different films, no sense of repetition--and to my (possibly warped) perception, the weird and wacky RESURRECTION was the best of the sequels (the SEQUELS, not the whole series, okay?). There was always some sense of wonder and imagination that was sorely lacking here.
And then there's Anderson. I'm no video game fan, either, but I'll make a confession... I thought in the fantasy/martial arts arena, MORTAL KOMBAT was harmless cable fun (didn't bother on the big screen, and never saw the sequel). EVENT HORIZON was the best surprise of its year. Then came SOLDIER... well... nice try, but try again, okay? And RESIDENT EVIL? Had its moments at the very least, and I can always say that I've seen worse video-game-derived zombie movies. But still nothing special.
I still hoped--truly HOPED--that Anderson would pull his bag of deep-space horror tricks out one more time and keep the ALIEN track record going... even without Sigourney Weaver.
Then I saw the PG-13 rating.
Then I saw the movie.
It's not without its amusement value, and I must admit again that I've suffered through far worse. But it still hit me like a double slap. And I simply don't consider it part of the ALIEN series. If they try to sell me a "Quintology" down the line? FORGET IT!
My dog's breath smells like peanut butter...
...and I don't even have a dog!