Apparently, March 1st turned out to be Space Jockey Day.
From rifters.com:
Back in 1979’s Alien, Lambert, Kane, and Dallas passed through a big spooky chamber— the Devil’s own rib cage — en route to cinematic immortality. The fossilized remains of an alien creature rested at its center like a great stone heart, embedded in organic machinery: mysterious, vaguely pachydermal, lonely somehow. We never learned what that creature was, where it came from, how it ended up fused to the bottom end of an alien telescope with its ribs shattered. We didn’t have to. The mystery was what gripped us: this evidence of things beyond the firelight we couldn’t see and, oh please God, might never see: because the infinitesimal sliver of the Unknown that did leak into view was enough to make us crap our pants before it ripped us limb from limb.
Thirty-three years later, Ridley Scott shone a light into the darkness. He peeled away that skeletal shroud and showed us what lurked underneath: just a regular dude with big muscles and albinism, as it turned out. Mr. Clean without the earring. And with that one reveal, Scott took all that was mysterious and compelling and fearful about the monster under the bed, and reduced it to utter banality.
More here.
5 comments:
..and at the end of the next film it turns out to all be a horrible dream. Space Jockey restored to mysterious entity..
awww yeah man, he looks ancient, like valley of the kings ancient!!.<3
Hope they don't do a movie about the space jockey. Like it to stay a mystery.
My thoughts are, 'Oh please no more sequels' Once again, I think it's all about the timing...when the film came out. The cat's out of the bag. We know too much now. Leave it in the past. And speaking of cats, I always had a primal fear for Jones' well-being. I have a thing for orange tabbies.
Can I hear an Amen? I can't believe we're getting MORE Prometheus...
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