“Suppose, instead of what we have, that we are on a vast, streamlined spaceship — something with design pretensions, with pizazz, with decor by Travis Banton or Ferdinando Scarfiotti, not one of those clunky, turreted dinosaurs with the air of an old blacking factory. As this ship (let’s call in the Narcissus) surges through space […]”
This is an extract from David Thomson’s Bloomsbury book on the ALIEN quartet, as it was then. And no, Travis Banton did not design decor, he was a costume designer (Edith Head’s predecessor at Paramount) so the idea doesn’t make sense. I would like to see a Scarfiotti spaceship, though.
I used to own this book but I gave it away. The same series brought us volumes on BLUE VELVET, APOCALYPSE NOW and PERFORMANCE, and those are excellent.
Thomson is good on the virtues and later demerits of the ALIEN films. But, because he’s David Thomson, he can’t resist chancing his arm, so when it comes time to write about ALIEN RESURRECTION he (rightly) finds the movie not really worth discussion so he decides to offer up his own, alternative version. A bold idea — I’m not knocking it as an approach. But not every critic is also a screenwriter, and it turns out that Thomson’s idea of an ALIEN movie is even less like a proper ALIEN movie than ALIEN VS. PREDATOR or PROMETHEUS.
“[…] we feel as if we are in the best stateroom of a luxury liner cruising for ever. There is some moody music in the background – it might as well be Sinatra doing ‘I’ve Got You Under My Skin’ – and the windows give us one more panorama of space in which suns seem to be rising.”
Rising from behind what? There could be some planets in the way, or maybe they’re rising into view in the window, but the reader can’t visualise this without the necessary details.
“There is a great wash of cream, amber and raspberry in the light. Ripley, in a long, gold-coloured skirt, but naked above the waist, is sitting back in a chair eating figs. These might be her first, and they are perfect figs. So, much as she relishes them, she is a little inexpert yet, enough that the ripeness runs down her skin and falls on the healed scar between her breasts. She dabs up the stray juice and, in the process, feels the scar. She draws a finger along its line, and on her face we see feelings of pleasure and loss unaccountably mixed together.”
Are you cringing yet? Something else is being unaccountably being mixed together here, and I think it’s middle-aged wank fantasies and the ALIEN franchise. Thomson is writing in 1998 and we can’t accuse him of inventing fan fic, but he’s a somewhat early adopter.
I met DT briefly at Telluride and he was nice. So I don’t want to trash him too much. I think what this example shows is something of the difference between bad and good eroticism. The smut here is tasteful and restrained on the surface, but it still reads like classy porn, which isn’t really classy at all. The distinction between this stuff and non-cringe eros is, when the sex feels appropriate, it doesn’t make you think of the author sweating and perving. And it’d be thrice as tricky to pull off in a critical work, because it’s not generally called for. An appreciation of the sexiness in a film or a film star can be a legit part of the critic’s job, but inserting the kind of titillation you feel a film SHOULD have is likely to feel creepy.
Honorary mention in the Bad Sex Prize line — Geoff Dyer’s Zona, which is quite a good study on STALKER but features a mad digression where he confesses his desire to experience a threesome. I haven’t read his book on WHERE EAGLES DARE because it makes no sense that he’d write both books, and also I’m afraid of what sex fantasies he’s going to shoehorn in.
And I haven’t read any of Thomson’s movie star biographies, because I have this terrible fear that they’ll be like this. I gave this book away but then I just bought it again for £1.50 in a charity shop in the “Pocket Movie Guide” edition, so I could reproduce this muck for your reading pleasure.
If you like the thought of Sigourney Weaver eating figs topless then the movie for you is HALF MOON STREET. It isn’t any good and she doesn’t eat any figs but otherwise you’ll love it.