Quote from: The Old One on Jul 21, 2018, 10:50:26 AM
Quote from: Denton Smalls on Jul 21, 2018, 01:53:40 AM
Luckily there are probably more than 4 fans in the film business.
Matt Hatton, Carlos Huante and Dane Hallett are all genuine fans and have done excellent work.
But I've never seen a genuine fan also be an excellent writer/director- and I certainly don't believe a fan in charge is the correct avenue for contributing to this franchise by being in direct control of a project.
What you really need after Ridley Scott is gone is a Jonathan Glazer, David Lynch or John Carpenter.
Not a Neill Blomkamp.
Another good one would be Jennifer Kent (her directorial debut was
The Babadook), with a story set in a remote location far away from any references to the prequels or sequels (except
Aliens) or whatever. Just treat it as a soft-reboot, with nothing connecting it to the previous films save a review of the feats of the Xenomorph, regarding what it did to a doomed crew of merchant marines, a colony vessel, and a marine drop crew on LV-426 (without even mentioning any names). And unlike any
Alien film since 1992, it would revolve exclusively around a solitary Xenomorph, with the potential of it being joined by more of its brethren in the final act, brutally eliminating the crew in new, creative and original ways. I even had an idea where one of the first casualties dies in the way Lambert was originally supposed to die (being sucked out into space through the garbage chute), but were unable to do so due to the lack of technology and special effects. There would also be very little gore, an example would be some time after the chestburster sequence (which involves a far more drawn-out and visceral/jarring-in-appearance struggle with the human body responding/contorting in many physically-intimidating ways to the cat-sized creature forcing its way out of the torso) they are searching for the creature while also trying to get the power back on in their shitty/old 'factory in space' type starship, and while one crewmember is working one some paneling her partner is yanked like a ragdoll into the darkness with blinding speed. She realizes he is gone, and starts telling him to knock it off with the jokes. A small object is tossed out of the shadows, rolls up to her, and it is revealed to be his dismembered eyeball. In other words, what little gore there is, is carefully inserted at a few points to create fear and foreboding (in this case, showcasing that he is dead), not to provoke disgust.