It's OK

Rating: 6/10 (9 July 2012)

I went to see *Prometheus* yesterday evening. It was ... hmm ... 'OK' I suppose is the best I can do. There were definitely things to like about it. The acting was good. Especially from Noomi Rapace as Elizabeth Shaw the archaeologist and Michael Fassbender as David the Android, though I liked Charlize Theron's character too. But, but, but ...
I still don't think the much hyped '3D' imaging is very good. It does not seem three dimensional to me. More like several flat planes set one behind the other. There is an illusion of depth, but it works best in what I take to be computer animated landscapes where the camera can swoop and fly. In the live action scenes I found - at best - it added nothing to the experience of the film. At worst (but to be fair there were few 'worst' moments) it distracted from the drama.
Setting that aside, one other aspect of the FX really irritated me. Regardless of how good the technology is in some places, isn't it remarkable that Hollywood still can't create a convincingly OLD person? Poor Guy Pearce (Peter Weyland) who must have spent hours getting slathered in latex every day he was in front of the camera. To what purpose? He looked like a man slathered in latex. Why Ridley Scott could not have found an elderly actor to play the part I do not understand. I kept expecting a transformation scene, or a flashback, in which the latex would vanish and the point of using an actor in his forties would become clear. But no.
Generally I found the story disappointing. Thousands of years ago - at least 35 thousand years ago according to the film's opening live-action scenes - the human race was created by a race of giants. For sake of argument we'll call them Titans. Then for unknown reasons, the Titans took it into their heads to wipe us out again. They developed some sort of biological weapon, but lost control of it. This happened about two thousand years ago. (Am I alone in seeing some sort of connection with the founding of Christianity?) The Titans lost control of their weapon and it wiped them out but not before they had built a fleet of spaceships and loaded them with deadly canisters of bio-gunk. The bio-gunk is still alive and deadly, as the crew of the Prometheus then find out. When the gunk infects a person it seems to go through a series of metamorphoses before growing into the Alien we know and love.
Here's the question at the core of the film: if the Titan's made us in their image and are, so to speak, our creator-gods, then who created them? The puzzle is presented twice. First through Elizabeth Shaw's equivocating Christian faith. (Exactly why is she so attached to that cross she wears? Is it really only nostalgia for her missionary father?) The second time is by way of David the Android, who lives and watches over his own creator-gods.
Perhaps this is a philosophical question that it is worth devoting a whole film to, but let's not pretend it hasn't been done before. And if Ridley Scott does think this is a profound philosophical conundrum, why tackle it so superficially? Because the film IS superficial. It is very obvious that it is being made for crass commercial reasons. There are many nods in the direction of the original *Alien* films (to reel in the punters who liked them) and many loose threads and unanswered questions (to open up the options for sequels). But set the film next to Scott's original *Alien* and the sheer poverty of this new film is very apparent. Set it next to (for example) JJ Abram's re-envisioned *Star Trek* and the cack-handedness of *Prometheus* as a vehicle for kick-starting a failing franchise is also very obvious.
No. For me *Prometheus* just confirms that Scott is losing his touch.