I hated the Alien in Alien Isolation, i had to cheat to finish the game which of course killed the game, the AI was completely broken and after hearing so much praise from everywhere for so long i was dissapointed.
The Alien is not omnipotent, it was ridiculous that he was over on me literally all the time and there was literally nothing i could do about it.
I remember once i was under a table around 15/20 minutes because the thing would just not leave the room.
I would go to the bathroom, eat something, talk to my family, come back and it was still going around. Awful.
I encountered some utterly ridiculous, game-breaking problems with the AI, either glitching or obviously cheating. That's why I refuse to praise it as a whole. The presentation style was some of the best material the series has had in decades, but the actual gameplay gave me nothing but annoyance and frustration.
Everyone wants a movie about the engineers. Literally. Far more interesting.
No, some people do. I doubt most do. I certainly do not.
The proper Space Jockeys they might be emulating, maybe, but not the contradictory Engineers.
Is there any better way to know what you are doing than Ridley's way? which is to follow your own artistic vision without giving a f**k on studio and fans.
One where you have a cohesive and genuinely compelling script, rather than fancifully going off on tangents for the sake of it.
' was one big slap in the face to those who had invested time and emotion in Shaw's story.
Imagine a director saying the Predator might have run out of steam and wanting to explore pirates in the next film instead.
I'm afraid that's the route Disney will take; safe and unimaginative films that try to recapture the magic of the originals.
That essentially describes the direction of the prequels for me. Unwillling to take genuinely interesting risks, playing everything safe and tropey, not bothering to take the basic concept of the ancient astronaut theory and imaginatively run with it.
It even diluted the magic of the Space Jockey reveal into something much safer and less interesting, by turning them into living marble statues of people.
They told him we want f*cking Aliens, so he gave us f*cking Aliens.
No, he gave us a superficial imitation of them. Gone were the nightmarish, exoskeletal phantasms of Giger and Winston.