There are few films that I can watch repeatedly with the excitement of the first time I witnessed it. Mad Max: Fury Road, and American Psycho are on that list. Then, there are fewer films I can watch over and over again, and pick up a new bit of information upon each repeat viewing. This list is thankfully shorter, but you still might call me dim. Fight Club and The Thin Red Line are just a few, and I still find it shocking that everybody is in the later.
John C. Riley is in The Thin Red Line?
Somewhere in the same mental filing cabinet there is a list of movie(s) that I can enjoy watching with the excitement of the first viewing experience, and pick up something new each time I see it. The list is shorter and sweeter, and filled to the brim with perfection. The list is Alien and it’s the list for me. Well, hopefully because I created it.
In the past month, I have, as a passive viewer, watched Alien maybe 4 or 5 times. It’s comfort to me, it’s nostalgia, science fiction, horror and Sigourney Weaver wrapped into one. I think for many people it was the film introduced to you by your dad. It’s the kind of movie that I can play in the background while I try to get work done. Yesterday, for the first time ever I sat down and actively watched Alien for work. I was horrified, and not in the Xenomorph sort of way. I was horrified by how much I have missed over the years. If someone came up to me 48 hours ago and asked me slightly above average difficulty questions about Alien, I would have been shot. Assuming this is one of those situations.