Alien Prometheus

All right. I am about to indulge in some full-throttle nerdery.

I’ve been watching over the last 3 days the trailer-trailers for Prometheus, the new science fiction film from Ridley Scott. It is set in the same world as his hugely influential film Alien.

The trailer-trailer displays a continuity of physical design, with people in Moebius-like spacesuits trudging through Giger interior spaces; the sound mix throws in the shocking and intense Alien note that anchored the very first trailers for the 1979 film. Heck, even the typeface is the same as that from the first Alien (and the Prometheus title echoes Jim Cameron’s 1986 sequel Aliens).

The early news of an Alien Prequel didn’t seem to fill many people with joy. The alien creatures seem played-out thanks to two lacklustre crossover films, and Ridley Scott himself is famously uneven in his output. But Scott’s approach has generated interest. He is exploring other aspects of the mysteries raised in the first film – namely, the nature of the “space jockey”, the enormous elephantine fossil encountered by the doomed explorers. The famous phallic-headed dual-jawed chest-violating alien, Scott says, will play no part in the new film.

Complaints about his uneven filmic record aside, it must be understood that Ridley Scott is the only person who could make this story happen. No other filmmaker could get blockbuster money behind a science fiction film that is “a prequel to Alien but without the alien”. From the perspective of the Hollywood system, this would be an anti-movie, almost a Zen koan, an idea that utterly negates itself. Only for Ridley does it make sense. He can muster the finances with his reputation, and assert a new direction for Prometheus because he is the creator.

(At least, he is seen as the creator. Alien was of course a group project. O’Bannon, Giler & Hill all have a very strong claim to creation of the ideas explored herein. Giler and Hill are on board as producers, and O’Bannon – who always lamented the lack of recognition he received for his part in the film – passed away two years ago.)

I find the concept of Prometheus, as so described, incredibly enticing. The first Alien film was a monster-in-a-dark-house flick, but undertaken so grandly and in such a violatory manner that the alien creature seized a place as a cultural nightmare. But the film raised many other questions; there was a whole biologicial technology in evidence that was truly alien, whose provenance and purpose was left unexamined. Thematically, this was the ground on which the B-movie monster stalked. The idea of alien-ness – the beauty and terror of the deeply different – was portrayed in a dense ecology of incomprehensible detail, all clearly part of some unreadable plan. A monster rose up and killed the film’s lonely humans, but the message was not that alien life is inimical to human life; the message was that alien life is not measurable against human life. These are different orders of nature, existing at right angles to each other. And, by extension, the message was that humans are not the masters of all they survey. Even these star-spanning future humans command only a small and humble domain. It’s a message of warning against hubris. We humans are just one limited mode of seeing in a universe which makes no room for us. Or, shorter: we do not matter.

(There are clear parallels to the (heavily picked over) Lovecraftian Cthulhu mythos, where the fundamental secret about the dark alien gods is that they do not care about humanity; our inability to comprehend our cosmic insignificance tends to deliver us into madness.)

All of these elements were left unexplored in the other films in the series, which instead took the route of using the implacable alien creatures as symbolic engines, on which to layer this or that human-vs-? metaphor. In the second movie, they became the fourth-generation soldiers who eschewed a traditional battlefield and thereby negated military power and all the structures of hierarchy and control so embedded (referencing Vietnam & Afghanistan in the 70s). In the third movie, they became the idea of contamination, both in the sense of infectious disease, and of dangerous and wrong thoughts. In the fourth movie, they became (curiously enough) nature, or more precisely biological systems that through sheer complexity do not submit themselves to human control; and reproductive systems, the propagation of the human race, most of all.

There’s much to value in this approach, but the power of the first film was very much located in the directness of its meaning: the alien elements represented themselves.

Scott has noted in his discussion of Prometheus that the space jockey was untouched by the other films. Truth. But the mystery of the space jockey has been addressed in a number of ancillary stories. Of course none of these “matter”, but they can serve as examples against which we can measure Prometheus and speculate about what ground it might cover.

Thanks to licensing requirements, in all of these stories, the “Aliens” title is dominant, and as a result, the Giger creatures are inevitably prominent. In the extremely good 1980s comics written by Mark Verheiden, the space jockey is a conquerer, using the aliens to subjugate worlds (and this fate ultimately befalls our earth). In the less-well-known novel Aliens: Original Sin, the space jockey is one of a species of negotiators, entering a mutually beneficial trade deal with a human network. And in the even less well-known (and abandoned unfinished) comic series Aliens: Apocalypse – The Destroying Angels, human explorers discover that the space jockeys once dominated the galaxy using aliens as tools, with pre-human earth as part of their domain.

It will be curious to see how Scott charts his own course outward from the space jockey data given in the film; and
more pointedly, the way he uses these elements in a thematic and symbolic way. It’s also worth noting that the designers of the first Alien film deliberately loaded the space jockey with a specific symbolic weight. They tried to evoke positive feelings, sympathy and respect. It wasn’t meant as a threatening image, and had a kind of nobility to it. These were deliberate design choices, to contrast with the cold, unyielding threat of the other, nastier kind of alien.

(In the original schema for Alien, the space jockey was to be clearly portrayed as an innocent victim of the aliens; but script simplifications transformed this poor victim into the pilot of a craft carrying a cargo of deadly aliens, the very creatures that destroyed it. The ambiguity around the space jockey’s relationship to the cargo adds greatly to the sense of mystery, and immediately complicates any moral message. The original story would have been a lesser film on this count at least.)

So. As noted above, I find the concept enticing, and recognise that there is much to explore with the elements Scott has chosen as his focus. However, I am feeling great trepidation.

Because of the face.

It’s the central image in the poster, and was the first image released as a publicity still: a giant human face in an alien environment. This sets off enormous, raucous alarm bells for me.

See also the tagline from the poster: “The search for our beginning could lead to our end.” Our beginning? In another interview Scott namechecked Eric Von Daniken, whose Chariots of the Gods supposed that alien beings came to earth and taught us new technology. Is that what he’s doing here?

The face is not alien. The face denotes a different order of mystery, one that loops tightly back to earth and history of the human race – a tiny segment of time on one tiny planet in one corner of a vast universe. The face is hubris. The face asserts that in the vast deeps of space, among species whose nature we can only guess at, we still matter. We are not nothing – we are everything.

This, to me, is the biggest danger posed by Prometheus. Put another way: the message of Alien is, not everything is about us. I fear that Prometheus will show that Alien was about us, after all.

That would be a tragic reconfiguration of the 1979 film. And while the Alien films will always sit there pristine (if they can survive a Predator giving a helicopter ride to an Giger Alien, they can survive this), whenever I engage with them from now on I will hear Prometheus talking at me.

I hope it says the right things.

Xmas Linky

So. Christmas. Some things. If you are still at work, here is your skiving material for the rest of the week.

Why the Arabic language is cool.

Make everything OK
Make everything blow up

Photos: the generation gap

War in computer games, and what it tells us about the invisibility of real war (fantastic essay, this)

X-Men a la Tintin

This is not circulating as widely as it ought to be: this is how you respond to a powerful bigot.

Why programmers work at night

25 clever household tips that are actually bloody useful (via Norm)

Via d3vo: Is it old? The above link: “ridiculously old”.

Xmas interview with the Nek Minnit guy manages to be one of the most sensible & human things you will encounter in the mainstream media this whole season.

via StarlaJo: sKate Bush

Correlation & causation (via Michael U)

Why do people defend unjust systems?

The wealthy do not create jobs. Sorry, Thatcherite/Republican ideologues. Two great essays from the last week: Potlatch, Business Insider. Different and complementary. One of them via Svend, the other via who knows.

Not unrelated: Hot waitress economic index

Superman’s jawline as an indicator of the American cultural mood

And finally… this:

MERRY CHRISTMASTIMES

Walky Linky

Wee Willa, she is walking these days. Rest of this post achieved in gaps between chasing her around the house.

Auckland newspaper columnist mocked in the style of NZ literary classics. (The Magpie is my favourite.)

New York Times feedback: 8-year-old lists his top 10 composers, with helpful illustration.

Biostatistics Ryan Gosling

The terrible secret of Tom Bombadil. LotR scholars/nerds should find this enjoyable, if perhaps infuriating.

Pulp Fiction in chronological order.

Via Kate Kenworthy – a palliative care worker identifies the five top regrets of the dying.

Visualising everything Facebook knows about you.

This has made me smile about as much as Willa walking, which is a whole lot: Scotland’s Hurricane Bawbag

Turns out that sworddance video was a viral for a Major Lazer track

John Stamos guide to cuddling:

Almost my favourite John Stamos thing in the world.

8-year-old writes to creator of Tintin, gets reply, begins long correspondence. This story starts great but gets better and better, and finishes with a Maurice Sendak anecdote that might be the best anecdote in the world.

Family Guy writer describes getting arrested at Occupy. Yes. The Awl presents a great essay about Occupy that puts appropriate emphasis on how the “newsworthy” thing about police misconduct here is it’s directed at white people. Also: how Republicans are being taught to talk about Occupy.

What children’s paintings would look like if drawn realistically

Cello Wars

And finally, via d3vo: Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.

Difficult Linky

Learn how to interpret Regular Expressions the hard way.

The New Yorker’s famously picky cartoon editor has found the perfect cartoon.

Steve Leon showed me this clip of Herman Cain, US Republican would-be Presidential candidate, overdubbed with… words. That match the movements of his lips. It’s a thing. And it made me guffaw I tell you.

Gareth Michael-Skarka begins his “Insurgent Creative” advent series – want to get your creative stuff out into the world? Don’t know how to do every single thing yourself? The resources you need are out there. Share the knowledge.

The mysterious creator of book sculptures in Edinburgh has left her last anonymous gift. If you haven’t encountered this story yet, you oughta make with the clicky, it’s marvellous.

How not to market science to girls

Beer advertising campaign tries to mind-control women (a doctoral thesis could be written on unpacking this)

23 legendary album covers recreated in Lego

Adding animation to classic comic covers (this one has been all over the place because it’s quite neat)

Via sokpuppet – using dancers instead of Powerpoint:

Scooby-Doo & secular humanism – no really, you want to read this.

And finally… Barack Obama Son of Strelka Son of God word collage weird stories thingamy.