It’s Christmas Eve. Also known as day 359 of the year 2012. I’m hanging with the family here at my sister’s place, waiting for the big beardy fella to stop by with all sorts of goodies for my two nieces. There is one tiny drawback to this, which is that it’s harder to get some time to myself to watch a movie, so I waited until everyone else had gone to bed and then I watched this. It’s not Christmassy. I don’t care. Merry Christmas, happy holidays, praise His Noodley Appendage… Whatever you’re into.
When Keith and I were in the pub yesterday doing our Prometheus post-mortem, he suggested this movie for today’s column. He cited it as an example of a sci-fi movie committing to its Big Ideas instead of drowning them in spectacle and shoddy decisions and hoping nobody would notice (sorry Ridley, but you kinda did). I remember this flick getting its original albeit limited cinema run but I was only 15 then, and it was rated 18. I couldn’t face the potential embarrassment of being turned away. And after that awkwardly autobiographical admission, on with the show.