Film Review: Prometheus

Prometheus. Rated M (moderate science fiction violence and a medical procedure). 124 minutes. Directed by Ridley Scott. Screenplay by Jon Spaihts and Damon Lindelof.

Verdict: An abysmal script sinks any hope of the masterpiece we might have expected.

With the exception of The Avengers, it is difficult to imagine a film that has been so keenly anticipated as Ridley Scott’s Alien prequel Prometheus. For months, pre-release expectations have been whipped up into a frenzy with leaked clips, photos and gossip – all of which risked doing the film a great disservice. Could Prometheus be anywhere near as fantastic as we had been manipulated into believing it might be?

It is 2089. Archaeologists Elizabeth Shaw (Noomi Rapace) and Charlie Holloway (Logan Marshall-Green) discover an ancient star map that they interpret as an invitation for contact from a pre-human race of supreme beings. Three years later, at the invitation of the ageing Peter Weyland (Guy Pearce), Shaw and Holloway join the crew of the scientific exploration vessel Prometheus to travel to the distant moon LV-223 where their creationist theories will be challenged beyond their comprehension.

Spaihts and Lindelof’s (TV’s Lost, and 2011’s turkey Cowboys & Aliens) screenplay boasts a hapless mediocrity – and if there is a sci-fi cliché or another superior movie’s highpoint to be exploited, they waste no time in doing so. The abysmal script is only made worse when compared to the exceptional work of production designer Arthur Max (Robin Hood, Black Hawk Down, Gladiator, Se7en) and cinematographer Dariusz Wolski (the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise, Alice in Wonderland, Dark City).

The cast, which includes Charlize Theron as corporate whip Meredith Vickers, Michael Fassbender as David the Android, and Idris Elba as the captain of the Prometheus, all do their very best to keep a straight face – possibly realising that at least they’ll certainly look great. Ms Rapace and Mr Marshall-Green both bring real chemistry to their roles, with Rapace in particular, effortlessly rising to the silly demands required of her in the film’s panic-stricken second half.

Shot – spectacularly – in 3D, Mr Scott has certainly made an ambitious return to the universe he so lovingly crafted for Alien in 1979. What is even more extraordinary is why he went there with a script that never manages to stand up to the grand themes of the origins of humanity he obviously wants to explore. And if the heavily sign-posted sequel eventuates (Alien aficionados will know that the crew of the Nostromo discovered a derelict spaceship on LV-426, not Prometheus’s LV-223), we can only hope he goes there with new writers.

Pictured: Logan Marshall-Green, Noomi Rapace and Michael Fassbender quite possibly dreading their next line of dialogue in Prometheus.

This review was commissioned by the Geraldton Newspaper Group.