Saw Prometheus last night. I’d been dying to see the film since the first trailer hit the web many months ago, and despite what a lot of people are saying about it, I wasn’t disappointed. Complaints dwell on its busy plot, supposedly one-dimensional characters, and the pervasiveness of the Alien franchise’s trademark horror elements. I’m not sure I buy the criticisms about characterization, except maybe in the case of Charlize Theron, whose character gets little screen time despite a solid, if enigmatic performance. To be honest, no negative review I’ve seen has mentioned the tacked-on second ending, which I found to be completely unnecessary. Without spoiling anything, I’ll just say that I haven’t stopped thinking about the film, contrasting my expectations of it with my actual experience, and with others’ criticisms; and I plan to see the film again, if possible. It’s easily the best science-fiction film since Duncan Jones’s Moon, or Inception – which I consider fantasy, rather than SF, really – even if it is a tad bit flawed. I loved the visuals, the performances by Noomi Rapace and Michael Fassbender, and some of the ideas put forth about the nature of intelligence and creation. The 3-D was spectacular, but gave me a slight headache, which I get fairly often with 3-D theatrical releases (The Avengers was a notable exception).
Been writing quite a bit, compared to still-in-college Alex. Full-time banker Alex has churned out a short (often very short) story every consecutive week since, well, May 10th, to be exact. That’s five stories in five weeks; I’m very proud of this small milestone in cultivating regular writing habits, even if it means I haven’t exactly developed a high word count.
It hasn’t quite hit me yet, that I’ll never step foot inside a classroom, after eighteen years of institutional learning. That I’m more or less in charge of how I spend my time outside of work. Been reading Neil Gaiman’s American Gods, albeit sporadically and somewhat slowly over the course of two weeks or so. Enjoying the hell out of it, though — it may end up being one of my favorite novels by the time I’m through with it. I can definitely see the influence Gaiman’s had on Joe Hill, whose novel Horns is probably my all-time number one.
Yeah, I’ll probably have more to say about Prometheus sometime in the next few days. Might write a review for someone else, or just post a short one here. We’ll see.