Generally, I'm not one for alien movies. Sure, Close Encounters of the Third Kind had it's magic and I am dying to see how well The Host measures up, but generally the alien theme falls flat with me. On a whim, I rented Prometheus because it's supposed to be such an epic prequel to the epic franchise of the aliens movies.
Before I thoroughly disembowel this film as it should have been long before hitting the silver screen, let me make one thing clear:
This movie is NOT a prequel to the alien franchise. At all.
The movie basically centers around this team of astronauts, mostly human with one robot/android, who go to a far off planet because they believe they will find the origins of mankind. What they find instead answers nothing in regard to this, and basically tries to kill everyone.
You have a mystery goo that presents interesting results in taking over the body of one astronaut, thereby resulting in his imminent let the mo'fo burn death, a chest-buster that doesn't even kill the girl effectively but just kind of wiggles around on a hook for a little bit, some underlying racism (albino's are evil alien things that will kill you), and no closure whatsoever.
At the end of the film, the only decent part of the movie shows an alien from the alien movie franchise just kinda hangin out on the abandoned ship.
Why is this review so short? Simple. Nothing memorable whatsoever. Watch at your own risk, but it's two hours of your life you will never get back.
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