Dir.: David Fincher (whether he likes it or not)
Starring: Her Grace Sigourney Weaver, Lance Henricksen and Charles Dance Lannister
Hell. I reviewed the first two movies, may as well give this one a spin.
One word for the overall feeling of the movie- OUCH. Panned universally upon release and having spent more than ten years in the back room smoking a cigarette, Alien 3 in the past 15 or so years has found a new life and is now gaining the recognition I feel it deserves. Yes it was cruel, yes the cold-blooded murder of Hicks and Newt was horrid and overall sense of oppression can be too much to stomach, but although Fincher still does not want to speak of this movie due to his unfortunate experience, it’s a study in the universal sensation of grief and bereavement. There is still enough Xenomorph action, but first and foremost, this movie is about the people with what I feel has the best screenplay in the series as it stands. This was supposed to be Ripley’s swan song and what a sad and powerful song it was, but at the same time, she was laid to rest… until that French dude came along.
A kick to the heart and the kidneys.