"Swiss surrealist artist H.R. Giger who designed the monster and revolutionary sci-fi sets for the film "Alien" has died, his museum said on Tuesday. He was 74."—Above is a clip from a strange and beautiful corner of Gigerland, a documentary called H.R. Giger Revealed. It contains, among other things, about 30 minutes of 3D-animated renderings of concept art, including designs for Jodorowsky's cursed adaptation of Dune.
I was having maybe the worst month of my life when I saw Aliens at the Landmark Sunshine, and I'm pretty sure it was the only thing that saved me.
The details are fairly mundane. I was unemployed; I'd been dumped; I'd decided to deal with all this by hooking up with a stranger, and of course that had gone in the direction of broken condoms and Plan B and hormonal anarchy, probably just because I didn't think anything worse could happen. Right when you think you've hit bottom, sweet Baby Jesus comes and puts a curse on your junk. It had taken serious work, [...]
Ewoks. Tina Turner. Religious space prisoners. Sofia Coppola. Here is where we sit for a moment and gravely reflect on all the horrific things that can go wrong when an otherwise amazing trilogy hits its third installment.
I'm not the first to notice that Hollywood has trouble with third acts—although I refuse to believe Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome clocks in at 81% on the Rotten Tomatoes Tomatometer. Return of the Jedi brings up the rear of the Star Wars trilogy with a startling 79% (A New Hope and The Empire Strikes Back easily top 90%, I think we can all agree that it's Empire or GTFO). The Godfather [...]
Elmo Keep: So, THE BAT?
Maria Bustillos: Yes.
EK: I celebrated my 103rd birthday somewhere in the middle of this film.
MB: You look so young for your age!
EK: Thank you. It is the remarkably smog-free air we enjoy.
MB: This movie was very interesting to me as a political document.
EK: Because it was about Occupy?
MB: Yeah? But really, beyond that.