Just like William Friedkin and Stanley Kubrick, Ridley Scott is a man in love with architecture: all sets and special effects. And like those same directors, watching Scott's stuff makes me feel like the script and the acting are an afterthought. And that's where I find the movie struggles.
Aside from Ian Holm's performance as the suspicious Ash and his resurrected interrogation where he admits to his admiration of the alien creature (his words complimenting a face covered in white liquid), the movie's filled with pedestrian acting and dialogue. Nothing has been done in the writing to make me care about these people (they're just walking jobs), and they don't act with any serious urgency to everything they've seen in the alien ship which, if I was there, would've been enough to make me sh!t my pants and nope out. Not here. No, the show must go on. It's all
MUH COMPANY REGULATIONS from there. The script is literally in service to the spectacle, and so when I saw they weren't scared until the writing required it,
I wasn't scared at all. That's what makes something like
The Blair Witch Project so effective for me: because the movie takes its time to let me get to know the characters--doesn't matter if I like them or not. (Hell, even
Hostel took the time to do that, and I
hated those characters!) So, when they start to fight and lose their minds--all cold, lost and scared--I care about them, and then the same effect happens to
me.
And I can't help them! Now,
that's scary!
And since all that money and effort is spent on those sets and special effects, with Scott taking his sweet time lingering over every inch of it... I'm restless long after I've got the point already and start glancing over at the clock. (It starts feeling more like a museum piece at the halfway mark.) So, what I'm left with are false-alarm jump scares, music cues and a camera so in love with these creations, you can't help but notice in several shots that the alien is actually just a guy in a suit. (The way the alien went
BOO! with his hands at Dallas in the air duct nearly made me laugh.)
Thankfully, the
good news after was twofold: Carpenter came along in '82 and showed us how it's done... and we all know how Dan O'Bannon redeemed himself six years later with his smash cult hit.
If this movie had to happen in order to get those gems, then... thanks, I guess?