Ahead of Alien: Romulus, many sci-fi horror fans have taken it upon themselves to revisit every entry in the long-running franchise, from the iconic 1979 original to 2017's Alien: Covenant. I'm built different, though, so I decided just to watch the only film of the bunch I'd not seen before, Alien: Resurrection, in the run-up, and well, it was quite the experience.
Now, I'm not here to tell you that Jean-Pierre Jeunet's offering is perfect by any means, or to blindly defend the efforts of controversial writer Joss Whedon; it's a bit of Frankenstein mish-mash of several themes and ideas. But after literal decades of people telling me how awful it is, I was actually pleasantly surprised by the flick. "No one could ever accuse this of being boring," I thought to myself, as I grinned from ear-to-ear watching Sigourney Weaver sink a basketball into a net behind her and flutter her eyelashes at a xenomorph, or a slimy extraterrestrial with boobs and a pixie nose get sucked chunk-by-chunk out of a hole in the window of a spaceship.
