Alien
October 30th 2007 00:35
The original treatment for Alien (1979) by Dan O’Bannon (who had starred in John Carpenter’s sf cult classic Dark Star, and went on to direct the popular mid-80s zombie-comedy The Return of the Living Dead) was called Star Beast and was a homage to B-movies. If you examine Alien as a whole it is very much a B-movie premise - basically a stalk’n’slash flick set in space - but its production values have been elevated to high art.
Directed with the attention to detail with which he has become synonymous Ridley Scott created a genuinely frightening study of humans in extreme claustrophobic crisis: It is 2122, a deep space mineral ore towing ship, Nostromo, returning to earth has its crew interrupted from their hyper-sleep by the ship’s computer Mother. She’s intercepted a distress call from a neighbouring planetoid. Captain Dallas (Tom Skerritt) makes the decision to land the ship on the planet’s inhospitable surface (one of science fiction movies’ rare examples detailing how laborious this can be) and investigate.
Dallas, executive officer Kane (John Hurt), and navigator Lambert (Veronica Cartright) are the scout party. What they discover is out of this world, literally: a very strange-looking derelict, alien spacecraft. They enter and explore, encountering what appears to be the ship’s pilot; a huge space jockey astride some kind of phallic driving console. The long-dead creature appears to have died violently; a ruptured chest plate.
Investigating further Kane descends down into the ship’s massive hull and finds a sprawling bed of large leathery eggs. One of which splays open and dispatches an aggressive crab-like face-hugger, which immediately attaches itself to Kane’s helmet and face. Warrant officer Ripley (Sigourney Weaver) is reluctant to let the crew back on board with Kane carrying a foreign body, but science officer Ash (Ian Holm) in subordinates her decision.
Later, after the face-hugger has dis-attached itself and expired, the crew, including a traumatised, but otherwise okay Kane, sit down to a solid ship’s breakfast. And this is when the real trouble begins. It seems the face-hugger had been doing more than simply supplying Kane with oxygen; it had laid an egg which had incubated inside Kane, grown at an exponential rate, and was now ready to leave the nest, which it proceeds to do in spectacular, gory fashion, and in one of horror cinema’s legendary set-pieces.
For the rest of the movie the remaining crew members try and devise ways of trapping and killing the alien creature which within hours has grown to over seven feet tall and is nigh on invincible; a ferocious killing machine which steadily picks off the hapless crew.
Everything about Alien is top notch; it is almost impossible to fault the movie. Sure if you want you can find flaws or inconsistencies, but any film will have these. My only substantial gripe with the movie is that the alien’s physical appearance, when revealed in full near the movie’s end, is too humanoid; not alien enough. There is one shot where the alien is silhouetted against the ship’s rocket exhausts, which looks silly, and Ridley Scott should never have used, but hey …
Ron Cobb’s production design of the ship is brilliant. H.R. Giger’s design of the alien and the alien designs on the barren planet are exceptional (Italian special effects make-up whiz Carlo Rambaldi was the man who actually constructed the alien on set making the infamous head-piece with slimy dual jaws so utterly convincing). Jerry Goldsmith’s eerie and very memorable orchestral score sets a superb tone of dread and creeping unknown.
The casting is excellent. Director Scott wisely went with mostly lesser known names, apart from established English stage and screen actor John Hurt. It was Sigourney Weaver’s debut and the film’s sequels made her a household name. Originally her character was to be male. In early drafts of the screenplay there were several references to a relationship going on between Ripley and Dallas, but director Scott wisely decided a love interest sub-plot would only distract viewers unnecessarily.
Alien was one of my very early “adult” movie experiences; several mates and I hired it out on VHS aged 12 or so (the movie was restricted to 16 and over). I remember utilising the freeze-frame function on several occasions during repeat viewings to marvel in horror at the blink-and-you-miss-them graphic dispatching of crew members, such as Brett’s fatal head injury and Parker’s chest gouging. I also remember owning a superb promotional pictorial magazine for the movie which featured numerous rare stills, including alternate takes, and mentioned Ripley going down into the hull of the Nostromo near the end of the movie and discovering Dallas in an alien cocoon. This latter scene was cut for the release version and many years later re-inserted for a director’s cut on DVD.
Speaking of Dallas there is a scene of extended jeopardy in Alien which I feel ranks as one of cinema’s scariest, most suspenseful and intense sequences ever put to celluloid. When the crew members realise that the alien is using the ship’s air duct passageways to navigate around Dallas volunteers to enter the cramped space armed with a flamethrower (there are no weapons on board). Ash has built a rudimentary device detecting micro-changes in air density which the other crew members use to let Dallas know when the alien is getting close to him. Dallas steadily makes his way from one air duct junction to the next whilst Goldsmith’s music ratchets up the tension to nerve-wracking levels.
To make an unusual analogy, Alien has aged like a fine single malt; what was initially smoky and flavoursome with intense character and finish has become a truly powerful cinematic elixir. It doesn’t get much better than Alien, for mood, tone, atmosphere, mise-en-scene, special effects, cinematography, music, acting. Even the pared-back dialogue never comes across as forced or risible, as often is the case with derivative movies, because Alien does pull from numerous sources, it’s not a wholly original plot. But the emphasis on the visual narrative, the realism, the restraint in humour, these elements make the movie’s calibre like that of a full metal jacket; Alien kicks ass.
James Cameron made a fantastic sequel, which has its own legion of champions, but Aliens (1986) is more of a space cowboy action movie with horror undertones and will probably date sooner, whereas the controlled viscera, minimalism and inherent moodiness of Ridley Scott’s movie gives Alien a gothic elegance, lean intelligence, and ultimately the longevity of a deeper cult (shockhorrorprobe be the day Hollywood remakes this classic).
I could write a damn thesis on this movie, but I’d best keep it short, this is a blog, not a university paper (been there, done that). I now find myself dangerously close to All Hallow’s Eve, having completed my countdown to Halloween with reviews of seven nightmares of pleasure. Alien and tomorrow’s review are modern horror’s truly seminal movies.
Here's the superb original theatrical trailer:
Directed with the attention to detail with which he has become synonymous Ridley Scott created a genuinely frightening study of humans in extreme claustrophobic crisis: It is 2122, a deep space mineral ore towing ship, Nostromo, returning to earth has its crew interrupted from their hyper-sleep by the ship’s computer Mother. She’s intercepted a distress call from a neighbouring planetoid. Captain Dallas (Tom Skerritt) makes the decision to land the ship on the planet’s inhospitable surface (one of science fiction movies’ rare examples detailing how laborious this can be) and investigate.
Dallas, executive officer Kane (John Hurt), and navigator Lambert (Veronica Cartright) are the scout party. What they discover is out of this world, literally: a very strange-looking derelict, alien spacecraft. They enter and explore, encountering what appears to be the ship’s pilot; a huge space jockey astride some kind of phallic driving console. The long-dead creature appears to have died violently; a ruptured chest plate.
Investigating further Kane descends down into the ship’s massive hull and finds a sprawling bed of large leathery eggs. One of which splays open and dispatches an aggressive crab-like face-hugger, which immediately attaches itself to Kane’s helmet and face. Warrant officer Ripley (Sigourney Weaver) is reluctant to let the crew back on board with Kane carrying a foreign body, but science officer Ash (Ian Holm) in subordinates her decision.
Later, after the face-hugger has dis-attached itself and expired, the crew, including a traumatised, but otherwise okay Kane, sit down to a solid ship’s breakfast. And this is when the real trouble begins. It seems the face-hugger had been doing more than simply supplying Kane with oxygen; it had laid an egg which had incubated inside Kane, grown at an exponential rate, and was now ready to leave the nest, which it proceeds to do in spectacular, gory fashion, and in one of horror cinema’s legendary set-pieces.
For the rest of the movie the remaining crew members try and devise ways of trapping and killing the alien creature which within hours has grown to over seven feet tall and is nigh on invincible; a ferocious killing machine which steadily picks off the hapless crew.
Everything about Alien is top notch; it is almost impossible to fault the movie. Sure if you want you can find flaws or inconsistencies, but any film will have these. My only substantial gripe with the movie is that the alien’s physical appearance, when revealed in full near the movie’s end, is too humanoid; not alien enough. There is one shot where the alien is silhouetted against the ship’s rocket exhausts, which looks silly, and Ridley Scott should never have used, but hey …
Ron Cobb’s production design of the ship is brilliant. H.R. Giger’s design of the alien and the alien designs on the barren planet are exceptional (Italian special effects make-up whiz Carlo Rambaldi was the man who actually constructed the alien on set making the infamous head-piece with slimy dual jaws so utterly convincing). Jerry Goldsmith’s eerie and very memorable orchestral score sets a superb tone of dread and creeping unknown.
The casting is excellent. Director Scott wisely went with mostly lesser known names, apart from established English stage and screen actor John Hurt. It was Sigourney Weaver’s debut and the film’s sequels made her a household name. Originally her character was to be male. In early drafts of the screenplay there were several references to a relationship going on between Ripley and Dallas, but director Scott wisely decided a love interest sub-plot would only distract viewers unnecessarily.
Alien was one of my very early “adult” movie experiences; several mates and I hired it out on VHS aged 12 or so (the movie was restricted to 16 and over). I remember utilising the freeze-frame function on several occasions during repeat viewings to marvel in horror at the blink-and-you-miss-them graphic dispatching of crew members, such as Brett’s fatal head injury and Parker’s chest gouging. I also remember owning a superb promotional pictorial magazine for the movie which featured numerous rare stills, including alternate takes, and mentioned Ripley going down into the hull of the Nostromo near the end of the movie and discovering Dallas in an alien cocoon. This latter scene was cut for the release version and many years later re-inserted for a director’s cut on DVD.
Speaking of Dallas there is a scene of extended jeopardy in Alien which I feel ranks as one of cinema’s scariest, most suspenseful and intense sequences ever put to celluloid. When the crew members realise that the alien is using the ship’s air duct passageways to navigate around Dallas volunteers to enter the cramped space armed with a flamethrower (there are no weapons on board). Ash has built a rudimentary device detecting micro-changes in air density which the other crew members use to let Dallas know when the alien is getting close to him. Dallas steadily makes his way from one air duct junction to the next whilst Goldsmith’s music ratchets up the tension to nerve-wracking levels.
To make an unusual analogy, Alien has aged like a fine single malt; what was initially smoky and flavoursome with intense character and finish has become a truly powerful cinematic elixir. It doesn’t get much better than Alien, for mood, tone, atmosphere, mise-en-scene, special effects, cinematography, music, acting. Even the pared-back dialogue never comes across as forced or risible, as often is the case with derivative movies, because Alien does pull from numerous sources, it’s not a wholly original plot. But the emphasis on the visual narrative, the realism, the restraint in humour, these elements make the movie’s calibre like that of a full metal jacket; Alien kicks ass.
James Cameron made a fantastic sequel, which has its own legion of champions, but Aliens (1986) is more of a space cowboy action movie with horror undertones and will probably date sooner, whereas the controlled viscera, minimalism and inherent moodiness of Ridley Scott’s movie gives Alien a gothic elegance, lean intelligence, and ultimately the longevity of a deeper cult (shockhorrorprobe be the day Hollywood remakes this classic).
I could write a damn thesis on this movie, but I’d best keep it short, this is a blog, not a university paper (been there, done that). I now find myself dangerously close to All Hallow’s Eve, having completed my countdown to Halloween with reviews of seven nightmares of pleasure. Alien and tomorrow’s review are modern horror’s truly seminal movies.
Here's the superb original theatrical trailer:
| 138 |
| Vote |
subscribe to this blog


























Comment by Michaelie
Flick Wit
Great review, Bryn.
Michaelie
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
I thought Sigourney's dialogue in Aliens was far more overreaching. But then that's James Cameron for you, he tends to overreach at every opportunity.
Cheers for the props though!
Comment by Michaelie
Flick Wit
Sorry, now I guess it's me raining on your parade!
Don't get me wrong - I do love it. I just can't help being amused is all. Lol.
Michaelie
BTW, don't know if I've told you this, but your banner is my favourite banner on Orble.
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
And thank you for the banner props, you're the first person who's said anything about it, let alone champion it! Cheers!!! I'm not sure if you're familiar with the artwork, its a detail from a painting called "Nightmare" (the artist's name escapes me) ...
Comment by Michaelie
Flick Wit
No probs, I have come across it before, at university, when I studied Freud and Mary Shelley, who were both apparently influenced by it. It's by Fuseli, I think? Some name that reminds me of pasta anyway. But not spaghetti.
...I find it very striking, so darkly erotic, and I always think how appropriate it is for your blog whenever your page loads.
Michaelie
Comment by Damo
The actual movie started the rival that all other movies were to be compared to.
It took the classic B grade and A graded it in every way.
The cliche in horror stories was being done to death (no pun intended) and this operated at an intelligent stylish level.
Firstly acting was top notch with gritty unflattering people that looked actually human. Such a contrast from the Star Wars SciFi where everyone was plastic. You feel as if we are there in the set with people who we know, rather than standing back like passive observers.
I found the whole plot engaging because at no stage did I know who was going to be killed next. There was a whole random cruelty to the Alien rather than a predictable victim Bingo game. The most likeable and bravest character is killed early. The most compassionate turns out to be a cold hearted machine.
The most annoying person (Ripley) ends up being the sole survivor.
I heard one reviewer describe it as The Old Dark House in space and in its creepiness he was right. This could just as well have been a dark castle or deep maze.
Excellent ground breaking movie.
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
And yes, the casting is superb. You do really believe these characters; the griping engineers, the devious robot, the likeable captain, the arrogant warrant officer, and thank God Ridley Scott shunned any love interest sub-plot, that would've ultimately ruined the movie!
One scene that I often think of because at the time I used to find it so unusual, was Brett looking for the cat and walking under the huge chains and all that water, it was like, where's that liquid coming from? Puring over Brett's sweat-stained cap, the splattering sound the water was making on the seude .... Scott is a genius audio/visualist.
Comment by JohnDoe
Film & TV on DVD
We have talked about this one before and the film is in my top 10 horrors of all time for sure.
The minimalist script and thick, daunting atmosphere create a tension long before the monsters arrival. There is a style and class to the project that makes it timeless.
Still remember climbing the walls when I first saw it, that hasn't happened many times.
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Comment by Miswanderlust
Killer Beats
Ramble On
Hipnotherapy
After reading this post my son and I watched "Alien". He had never seen it before. I had forgotten how great it is. Thanks for the reminder!
Mis
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Comment by Miswanderlust
Killer Beats
Ramble On
Hipnotherapy
My son is 22 and he was impressed at how well it has held up. His exact words were it "kicked ass!"
Mis
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Comment by Cibbuano
Hunt Famous
Orble Post of the Day
Fat Cult
Techbreak
I wonder what it would be like to see it at the premiere, in the 70s, at the theatre? Heart-stopping?
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
You going to any of the four Blade Runner Final Cut screenings this Sunday/Monday at the Orpheum?
Comment by Jason King
Sydney Table
Salty Popcorn
Total Randomness
Totally dug this film but was very young when I first saw it - at the time I preferred Aliens to it as I was younger and wanted more action.
But this series has made Sigourney my numero uno female actor.
Is that the Polish poster? I have this poster.
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
I love Aliens, but it's a very different movie, more action-horror, whereas Alien is more expressionist horror, which is right up my dark alley!
I gave you the wrong link. The Polish poster art is here ... It's freaky!
Comment by ShaunK
Screen Adventure
I love what you said about 'b-grade film being lifted to high art' - fantastic, conversational styled review Bryn
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Yes, very conversational style, which is my default style. Cheers.