It's worth watching once, then resist the urge to watch it again. Why might you get the urge to watch it again? Because it's one of those movies that, no matter how often you may have seen it, it always seems like you missed a chunk. It's perpetually as if you were looking away or in the bathroom or fell asleep during…

Though you're certainly right, I've still got a ton of love for it. Others have mentioned their reasons, but the character design of the robots was fantastic (Maximillian is still pretty terrifying) and, for a kid, it was scary as hell.

It was even more pronounced when you see one of the deleted scenes with Newt & Family going to investigate the alien ship. (If you haven't seen it, after Ripley's debriefing, Wayland-Yutani actually sends them to investigate the alien ship with the Xenomorph eggs. Which explains why, after all those years of…

I love those old reviews, back in the days before "SPOILERS!!" became a thing. In the "Aliens" review, Ebert had no qualms at all spilling the beans on Burke, even though Ripley and crew figuring out he'd tried to infect Ripley and Newt and then murder everyone else was kind of a big deal.

Purely in plot terms, you're right (and I'm willing to hand-wave the "ball of metal time-machine" bit with "but it's SPECIAL metal", or something. Incidentally, you've got to wonder what it would feel like to shake the T-1000's hand or touch its hair). However, in tone, T1/T2 very much mirrors Alien/Aliens. The first…

Yeah, it's a standard problem with representation, to the point that someone could easily throw up their hands and say "fuck it" to any attempt at diversity or representation at all, due to the sense that no matter what you do, you're still doing it wrong. If you have a male protagonist fighting to protect a woman,…

"You're stewed, dickwad!"

Here's my problem: why the fuck do we have to isolate Ripley again? What possible reason is there for that, other than a deep desire to watch Ripley explain Xenomorphs to a bunch of people . . . again, who don't take her seriously . . .again! Sure, the kid was getting older and might have needed to be recast, (or…

It's not that it's BAD. If nothing else, it looks beautiful with that Fincher style, and the acting is generally good-to-excellent. It's just that there's nothing there to enjoy. It's relentlessly grim, which would be fine if it were actually scary. But it's not. When it tries to be, it suffers by comparison to Alien.…

Playing as the Marine in the first "Aliens vs. Predator" computer game was the first truly shit-your-pants-scary game I'd ever played. It got damn near everything right, especially the sound. That motion detector sound of something you can't see getting closer, the sound of the pulse rifles, hell, even the distinctive…

"Right, maybe we got 'em demoralized." Last time I used that one I was fighting a bedbug infestation.

"We're in some real pretty shit, now!" doesn't get used often enough.

"How do I get out of this chickenshit outfit?" I've used that one more times than I can count.

They pulled off the same trick with Terminator.

"Highlander was a different and specific form of ’80s cheese: an era-spanning, sword-clanging fantasy that invented its own rulebook and then sustained those rules over four more movies and a TV show." Well, except for the second movie, which pitched all the established rules out the window in favor of "because aliens…

Yeah, after looking over some of those unproduced Alien 3 scripts, the film made a little more sense. It was like they took all the shittiest, cheapest-to-film ideas from each one and glued them together into a relentlessly grim, unscary nihilistic suckfest.

Hey, what can I say, people have their kinks.

What did you expect? "Welcome, sonny"? "Make yourself at home"? "Marry my daughter"? You've got to remember that these are just simple farmers. These are people of the land. The common clay of the new West. You know… morons.

That's another example of one black dude in a sea of lily white faces. Also see: Unforgiven.
Though I did love the hell out of John Cleese as a somewhat dickish British-Western Sheriff.

Whenever I hear about Native casting, I always think about the Chris Rock bit about the NY Thanksgiving Day parade. "They'll have three REAL Indians, and a whole shit-load of Puerto-Ricans."