But we were asleep at the wheel. My advisors, who frankly no longer are with me, were asleep at the wheel, certainly. And I partly blame myself, except I was busy making other films. And so it was let go and it shouldn’t have been. When you resurrect, you better put your nail into the wall.

Gotcha, Ridley. The directors for 3 and 4 fucked up the sequels, and your advisors are to blame for Prometheus, and there’s a little blame for you except not really of course because you were busy.

Honestly Prometheus (the first half) was really good, I enjoyed the parts that had nothing to do with Aliens. The rest of those movies are a jumbled mess that, while somewhat enjoyable, make basically no sense.

OK the black goo was used to create the Xenomorphs, it was made by the engineers who were almost all killed in that one flashback, they were the genesis of life on earth and… Idk it just kinda all falls flat for me. I think the aliens are cooler when you don’t know the giant half-human-half-alien starfish had to mouth-impregnate an engineer and some rogue robot was the reason basically any of the aliens exist.

I see people praising the film, I must have fallen asleep too and dreamed things like:

The man who made the maps getting lost (well, he had a weird hairstyle and screamed like a madman when he entered, it seems that he was not a very serious man, it is clear that they chose him for the most expensive and important mission in history because… who knows)

The biologist who panics and flees two frames later takes off his glove (!!!) and tries to touch a clearly threatening snake with his bare hand, it has been a long time since I saw such a satisfying death.

A strange liquid about which nothing is explained but which, depending on the scriptwriter’s convenience, kills instantly, turns you into a zombie, turns you into a zombie but with a delay so that you can screw your girlfriend and she has some kind of proto-alien.

Ancient cultures painted the constellation of that planet, how did they know it? Why did they paint it? It’s supposed to be a military base for the architects, not their home planet, painting the address to a random military base from their culture makes zero sense.

The movie is full of religious references that lead to nothing, they cross half the galaxy and just arrive on Christmas day, what a convenient convenience that leads the viewer nowhere.

… … …

Of course, the scriptwriter is Damon Lindelof, so it’s obvious that all the inconsistencies of the script simply lack a coherent answer.

Enjoy it if you can because this movie only manages to piss me off every time I try to watch it.

I love Prometheus and Covenant.