Prometheus Bashing & New Frontiers in Sci-fi

It’s a few weeks since I saw (and enjoyed) Prometheus. Normally, if I was going to review a film, I’d do so quite quickly having had the opportunity to see it early, but in this case I really needed some time to mull over the film. Besides, this really isn’t a review at all, more a discussion of the general trend of existing reviews and Prometheus’ ambitious attempt to broach one of life’s big questions: how did we get here?

Plot Problems
Reviews have been mixed, but there has been an awful lot of ‘Prometheus bashing’ going on; a lot of disappointed Ridley Scott fans who’d gone in with very high expectations. Take this, from a review by Ben Peek (no relation) as an example:

“The problems of your film [Ridley Scott] are many: your characterisation is flawed, your science is bad, your internal plot mechanics make no sense, and there is absolutely no sense of pace or tension within the film at all. In truth – and I won’t lie here – your film is completely and utterly unredeemable, from start to finish…”(

The negativity of this review is not uncommon amongst those I’ve read and, although I don’t find this level of disappointment surprising, for reasons I will discuss later, I do think it is a little unfair. Of course, many reviews also focus on unfavourable comparisons with Alien and Blade Runner; such comparisons are inevitable.

Certainly, there are points at which Prometheus suffers from internal confusion and disorganization. In fact, I agree with many of the specifics of what Ben Peek has said in his review; similar things irritated me. For example, it annoyed me when Shaw leapt off the automatic-operating table after major abdominal surgery and, apart from a few staggers and occasional stomach clutching, proceeds to run and jump around like someone with fully intact abdominal musculature. I guess it is supposed to be a very advanced operating table, but still…

Likewise, I’m always frustrated when people do dumb things in movies, such as remove their protective headgear, bring alien specimens on board for closer examination, touch things that look menacing and, well, like they shouldn’t be touched, or go off alone in dark, narrow confines in search of the alien responsible for killing teammates. But this is part and parcel of the genre and as true of Alien as it is of Prometheus. These plot devices are required to build tension, apprehension and fear in the audience.

I certainly agree that Elizabeth Shaw’s creationist views do not sit well within this particular plot and the theme of ‘where we came from’ is rather confused and underdeveloped within the film. Clearly, unanswered questions create room for another film in which perhaps this theme is to be further developed. It’s an ambitious theme though, since an attempt to resolve it one way or the other will likely result in half the audience finding themselves alienated (no pun intended) and unwilling to suspend disbelief any further.

Comparisons & Philosophies
Philosophical themes dealing with ethical issues, such as how we should treat clones, ‘replicants’, robots and alien life forms are, in some respects, easier to address in film than those that deal with questions about the origin of life or how we got here. Blade Runner addresses the former so successfully and with such exquisite sensitivity, that Prometheus’ attempt at the latter does seem clumsy and incomplete by comparison. But it should be remembered when making such comparisons that, within the sci-fi genre, these films aim at a different kind of audience response and broach different types of questions about life. Blade Runner explicitly deals with the concept of what it means to be human (in relevant experiential and ethical respects), while Prometheus sets out to explore possible origins of humanity – a much more ambitious undertaking. Alien does not attempt any big philosophical questions. There is no more than some brief disagreement and debate over how quarantine issues should be dealt with (though certainly this is more elegantly done than the sudden appearance of an overacting Charlize Theron with a flame thrower in Prometheus). I guess we will see if subsequent films in this franchise are able to do anything interesting with the creationism vs Darwinism subtext. If, across subsequent film(s) Scott can navigate this tricky territory with the kind of delicate artistry shown in Blade Runner, then hats off to him, but I suspect, for the reasons given above, that this may be over ambitious and, with Prometheus, he is not off to a good start from the perspective of philosophical interest.

So, with respect to comparisons, it’s certainly true that Prometheus doesn’t have the beauty and depth of Blade Runner, but perhaps we shouldn’t make this comparison if the films have different agendas, as indeed Blade Runner and Alien do. Scott has a varied filmmaking background, which includes films as diverse as Gladiator and A Good Year (incidentally, I love the latter, a very sweet film). Not all of his efforts are noteworthy and it would be of little value to compare certain Scott films with others in very different genres. It must be difficult to have produced such good work thirty years ago that all subsequent efforts, especially those in related genres, are held up against it. Ultimately, I don’t think comparisons with Blade Runner are entirely fair to Prometheus but, given that both films are within the sci-fi genre, Scott does invite comparisons by attempting to address big philosophical questions in Prometheus and failing to do so with the sophistication shown in Blade Runner.

Comparisons with Alien are entirely warranted of course, with most making the claim that Alien is a much ‘tighter’, more coherent film. In most respects, however, I think Prometheus stands up quite well as a prequel to Alien. Alien also has certain (albeit minor) flaws, moments of confusion, things left unexplained (how could there not be!) and obvious ‘surprises’ we all saw coming: we knew certain characters were creeping towards their death, we knew the alien was going to turn up on the escape vessel, etc. However, I suggest that we have all became so familiar with the film that it’s coherence has appeared to increase over time.

But surely we would have noticed any such problems when we first saw the film, as many have with Prometheus? Not necessarily. I think the impact of Alien at the time it was released should be borne in mind. It was a time when sci-fi, space travel & aliens were the new frontier in film and tv and no-one had ever seen, and most never imagined, anything like what they were seeing on screen before. This kind of impact can be so absorbing that minor flaws are easily ignored. Prometheus, as a prequel working with the same concepts we’ve now seen for decades, could never have this same impact on audiences familiar with the past thirty-something years of film in this genre. Really, what were people expecting?

Prequels & New Frontiers in Science Fiction Film
As Star Wars fans know only too well – prequels made after we have grown up with the originals are highly problematic. For one thing, we miss the likes of Harrison Ford or Sigourney Weaver. True, Prometheus has some excellent performances from fine actors (the Star Wars prequels had some fine actors, but perhaps not such good performances). In Prometheus, Rapace and Fassbender are excellent; Rapace’s character, Shaw, is meant to represent humanity (apparently we’re quite irrational), while Fassbender as David is the robotic foil, lacking human characteristics such as empathy and compassion. The fact that the other characters are less well rounded is relatively unimportant, since we know most, if not all, will die anyway. What I do think is often missing from modern films is the kind of slightly cynical, somewhat worn down by life, flawed in all too human ways with room to grow and improve as people, characters that Ford and Weaver are so good at playing. A chain smoking Sigourney Weaver saved Avatar by being the only recognizable human being. Harrison Ford’s ability to play realistically flawed but ultimately compassionate characters with a cynical dry humour (Star Wars) or jaded loneliness (Blade Runner), provided a critical foil for the pure idealists, evil zealots and non-humans in these films. Many more recent sci-fi films lack this realistic portrayal of human nature. In Prometheus, Rapace as Shaw is supposed to represent [pure/the best of?] humanity. But apart from her irrational attempts to reconcile her religious beliefs with her scientific background and findings and her distress over her infertility, Shaw lacks those human flaws we can really relate to. She’s just a bit too idealistic, too brave, too physically fit and strong in the wake of major surgery to be entirely believable. We need a character we can relate to to take us into the unfamiliar frontiers of science fiction; to help us suspend our disbelief so that we might imagine ourselves there. I wasn’t able to fully suspend disbelief in Prometheus and fully engage in its imaginary world.

However, it isn’t all bad news by any means. Prometheus isn’t all obvious computer generated effects. Though, for me, it doesn’t quite reach some of the moments of beauty from the aforementioned earlier sci-fi films, it is visually impressive and the effects are wonderful. Prometheus was engrossing, captivating even, in parts. I disagree with critics who’ve said that the film lacks dramatic tension or pace; it held my interest very well and it was only afterwards that many of the flaws occurred to me.

It’s a great pity about the flaws, but I feel that too many viewers went in expecting something groundbreaking. I’m not sure that this is a reasonable expectation for a prequel. For groundbreaking we need a new concept, such as those that characterized the sci-fi films we still so dearly love from the late 70s/early 80s (perhaps the heyday of science fiction film?). Watching Blade Runner, or the original Star Wars films now, one wonders: ‘Where’s the skyway’? ‘Why aren’t we planet-hopping yet?’ ‘Dude, where’s my spaceship? … It’s 2012!’ I can’t help wondering if to some extent we’ve stopped believing in the amazing visions of the future that filmmakers, authors and audiences were imagining thirty-odd years ago, because they don’t seem to be materializing. In fact, while certain technologies, largely those in communications, are advancing beyond what we might have foreseen, others relating to space travel, genetic engineering and robotics, seem to be moving at snail’s pace. Have we given up on them a bit? I think we have and that this is reflected in sci-fi film. Where are the new imaginary concepts, technologies, frontiers & landscapes that blew our minds in the late 70s-early 80s? It’s a shame that fine filmmakers are spending time and money making prequels that are no better – arguably, in some cases worse – than the originals, rather than exploring new frontiers, concepts and imaginary worlds. It’s especially sad that the likely reason for this is nothing more than guaranteed profit margins.

Prometheus is a good film. I enjoyed it and will watch it again. But I sense that a generation or two of sci-fi fans are hanging out for something groundbreaking; something to make us feel the way we felt growing up watching the original Star Wars, Alien, Blade Runner, etc. We’re waiting for a new vision of the future. Prometheus isn’t it. As a prequel, it was never going to be.


Still Puzzling Over Inception?

Last night we watched Inception again and afterwards I jotted down these rough and rambling thoughts inspired by my continued attempts to figure out the ending one way or another. I change my mind every time I watch it!

Inception provides an interesting twist on the ‘brains in vats’ movies, such as the Matrix series (ie, how do you know you are not a brain in a vat right now?). Like such films, Inception also deals with classic metaphysical questions about appearance vs reality and how we can know the difference. Working with a sophisticated, futuristic interpretation of Descartes’ classic skeptical question – How do you know you aren’t dreaming right now? – the imaginary world of Inception presents us with a complex series of interwoven experiences representing both appearance and, we assume, reality.

As the film progresses, the narrative develops in such a way as to make the viewer increasingly unsure of whether certain moments are reality or dream states. The ambiguous ending is very clever; this is what keeps viewers coming back to the film. Does Cobb make it back to ‘reality’ – if indeed that’s where he was in the first place – or is he stuck indefinitely in some deep level of a ‘dream inside a dream’? Viewers have gone over the clues with a fine-tooth comb trying to come up with a definitive answer … because this curiosity, this desire to know the truth of the matter is natural to us. It matters to most of us to know that we are living in reality, and not a construct of mere ‘appearances’. Besides, we all love a good puzzle.

I think that whether you are happy to say that a film like Inception is ‘open to interpretation’ and leave it there, or whether you keep watching and searching for clues, says a lot about you, whether you have an inquiring mind and how much faith you have in the notion that there are objective truths ‘out there’ to be discovered; that is, although we don’t have all the answers about ourselves and the universe, there is an objective fact of the matter, independent of us and whether we yet have the mental faculties or technology to see or prove it.

But, even if this is your world view (it is mine), in the realm of fiction we really can have inconclusive states of affairs, possibly making the continued puzzling over what really happened to Cobb in the end quite pointless (though no less enjoyable). If the artist who created a particular imaginary world does not intend to answer certain questions raised within the narrative – What happens to x? Did x wake up or are they still dreaming? Is this reality or just the appearance of reality? etc. – then can there ever be any ‘correct’ answer to that question? In other words, suppose the creative minds behind Inception don’t themselves ‘know’ whether Cobb ends up in reality or a dream, they fully intended to leave the ending truly open; does it then make any sense for others to ‘solve’ the mystery?

This is related to an important question raised in Philosophy of Art: once in the public domain, is a work of art independent from the artist; does it now have a life of its own? Should the ‘correct’ interpretation of the work accord with the artist’s intention (whether or not we know what that intention was) or is any plausible interpretation, so long as it is supported by the internal features of the work, equally capable of being the best or ‘correct’ interpretation? It seems odd to say that, for example, the correct interpretation of Inception’s ending could ever be different from what the filmmaker intended. But it is of course always possible that in intending to leave an ending open to interpretation, a filmmaker might still have inserted clues into the narrative – perhaps some of them inadvertent – as to whether Cobb has made it back to reality or not. An interpretation of the film might be perfectly coherent and consistent with everything the audience sees, yet not be what the filmmaker intended. But I do think that when looking for ‘clues’ to support such an interpretation, we may be in danger of reading more into a film than is really there.

I am not sure what the filmmaker’s intentions were in the case of Inception. It doesn’t really matter in terms of my enjoyment of the film. What I do think is wonderful about the ambiguous ending is that it drives home just how difficult those metaphysical questions regarding appearance and reality are. If the plot had been neatly and definitively wrapped up one way or another, the audience would be less inclined to think any further about these matters.

Beauty & Women of Substance

    Julia’s Hair, Hillary’s Glasses & Gina’s Extra Pounds

The topic of societal pressures on women to look a certain way is not exactly unexamined. But although feminists began writing about this decades ago, and I blogged about it myself five years ago, it doesn’t seem to me that much progress has been made. Take some recent issues that have arisen in the media. Our prime minister, Julia Gillard’s personal appearance, her hair in particular, has been the consistent focus of public comment and attempts at humour. A “news” story recently reported that – horror! – Hillary Clinton had appeared in public without makeup and wearing her glasses. How dare she! How can we take the woman seriously now? Finally, a panel program has today been criticized for harshly deriding the appearance of the ‘richest woman in the world’, Gina Rinehart, but they were hardly alone. Ever since Gina was announced the richest woman in the world about a week ago, her appearance has been under constant scrutiny with people saying if they were that rich they would hire a personal trainer, etc. Does anyone care about her obscene wealth and whether she makes any attempt to use it as a force for good in the world? Why are we talking about the woman’s weight? Observations like these are just never made about men with similar public profiles (let alone it being the focus of numerous news stories and public comment), but it’s all too often the first and the dominant topic of discussion with respect to women.

    Inner Beauty, Substance & The Prettiest Girl in the Room

This worrying attitude towards female public figures is of course mirrored in the lives and experience of all women. We are judged on our appearance in a way that men generally are not, except perhaps in certain, limited circles. This, sadly, is constantly reinforced in multifarious ways by the media and it’s impact on women is reflected in the many touching comments other women have made to me over the years betraying their insecurities about their appearance and whether they are attractive to potential or current partners. Very rarely, by comparison, do women confide of feeling badly about themselves because they aren’t clever enough, funny enough, good conversationalists or good at their jobs. The vast majority of women’s insecurities are of the ‘I’m not pretty enough’ variety: ‘I need to lose weight’, ‘My skin’s bad – I need a facial/more makeup’, ‘I need to work out for a flatter stomach/tighter bum/toned legs’, ‘I need to spend my entire fortnight’s salary on a pair of boots I can hardly walk in because they make me look hotter’, ‘I had a baby and need a tummy tuck’, etc. And by the way, I’m not at all judging women for feeling these insecurities; the pressures on us are enormous and these attitudes have become so endemic that women ourselves are among the worst perpetrators of them.

It isn’t just the media that reinforces these attitudes either. At social gatherings, men will very often gravitate around the young, single and most attractive women (and act like idiots to get their attention), sometimes apparently forgetting all about their partners, who might cheerfully chat to the other women, but sad sideways glances betray that inside they feel hurt, and probably worse about themselves. It has happened to me and I have watched it happen to others on many occasions. (Thankfully, my OH doesn’t do this to me!) A single incident like this can trigger a diet, a clothes shopping spree or a radical new do to try and recapture the lost attention of one’s distracted partner. Much less often does it inspire a new course of study, a trip abroad, perfecting a new skill or working harder for a pay rise or promotion (something men will often focus on if their self-esteem takes a beating).

A long time ago when I was young and silly, I met a lovely, highly intelligent woman who I assessed early in our acquaintance as ‘not very attractive’. I wondered why she didn’t lose some weight, do something with her hair, wear some makeup, etc. (Yes, we women are equally to blame in judging others on their appearance.) One day, however, she was discussing something she was passionate about and was joking and laughing – her face was lit up with humour, kindness and intelligence and she was beautiful. Not just in that moment, but – for me – from then on. Unfortunately, this ‘inner beauty’ idea is one that society pays little more than lip service to. In fact, the assumption seems to work the other way – that the most attractive woman will also be the most interesting to talk to, the best company, etc.

    Motherhood, Appearance & Self-Esteem

I recently had a baby and I don’t know if this is a common experience or not, but since giving birth I have never felt less beautiful, or so unattractive. I have come to the conclusion that this must be largely due to society’s widespread assumption that women become less attractive once they have children (unless they are a freak like Miranda Kerr, or rich, live in Hollywood and have good surgeons). I say this because, objectively, I’ve actually been pretty lucky – I think a naked photo taken now, compared with one taken pre-pregnancy would be almost indistinguishable (sorry if tmi, it’s just to make the point). But this does not seem to alter the fact that I feel vastly different about myself. And this, even though I see other mothers as beautiful, stretch marks, c-section scars, flabby tummies and all, because I do think these are badges of honor in much the same way as a battle scar.

Of course there are other factors at work in how I feel about myself. First, I don’t yet feel quite myself – not as strong or fit – and tired a lot of the time. Though I’ve healed well, the memory of feeling like a wreck right after childbirth is still with me (although, importantly, I also felt triumphant). A tiny baby is so exquisitely beautiful and perfect that they do make one feel, by comparison, one’s own age and imperfection. Finally, my self-confidence has fallen in a bit of a hole; I seem suddenly (it began during pregnancy and has peaked post-childbrith) to have become the least interesting person to talk to in the room, except to those who are also Mums or themselves having babies. Perhaps people mistakenly believe that I only want to talk about babies (I’m dying to talk about other things!) or they are put off by the baby distracting me mid-sentence, or they think that my brain has turned to mush from hormones or the pressures of labour. Who knows … Strange and confusing how such a momentous and life changing event that calls upon and develops multiple character traits, such as courage, strength, patience, care & compassion, should somehow make me less interesting company. Of course this has dented my self-confidence too and, for women conditioned according to our societal norms, self-esteem and how we feel about our physical appearance and our attractiveness to others are more intimately connected than they should be. Just as criticism of our appearance can enormously (and disproportionately) dent our self-esteem, low self-esteem can also be manifested in a feeling of being unattractive or even, in some cases, obsessing over perceived physical flaws.

    Living a Full, Interesting & Dignified Life

All that being said, I do think that there’s a certain extent to which our self respect is appropriately reflected in the care we take in our health and appearance. I’m interested in fashion and get pleasure out of selecting outfits for various occasions and doing my face and hair. I’m not anti any of these things, but feel that they should be taken much more lightly when compared with the more important facets of a woman. Not only does our society’s focus on women’s appearance (together with idealizing youth) make it difficult to grow old gracefully, it’s also been taken to such an extreme that it now undermines women’s ability to live a full and interesting life with dignity, including being wives, professionals, intellectuals, mothers and having wide and varied experiences, some of which might involve physical risk, etc. Those life experiences are not only what makes life worth living, but also what makes someone truly interesting and deeply beautiful; those are the things that make one a woman of substance. I’m a lover of beauty wherever I find it, but when it comes to human beings, and women in particular, we certainly need to greatly revise our more superficial assumptions and expectations. For real this time.