By Joanna Robinson | Lists | June 11, 2012 |
By Joanna Robinson | Lists | June 11, 2012 |
The internet is alive with harsh criticism and bitter words for Ridley Scott’s “don’t call it a prequel” Prometheus. And I don’t know what to tell you folks. I feel like I saw a completely different film. Maybe my enjoyment of Prometheus is tantamount to those people who claim they like the Transformers franchise because it went splodey-boom. Did I manage to turn my hyper-critical brain off and ignore some plot holes? Probably. All I know is that the ladies kicked *ss, it was visually gorgeous and there was Fassbender galore. So here, internet, is some love for Prometheus. I even liked the sh*tty parts. Choke on it, haters.
The Amazing Exterior Shots
The Equally Amazing Interior Shots
The Parts That Made Me Squirm
The Parts That Made Me Shriek
The Fifth Element Ace Bandage Underwear
Charlize Doing Wet Push-Ups In The Aforementioned Underwear
This Is A Space Geologist
This Is A Space Geologist On Drugs
Because For Once The Earth Is Shown Africa-side Up
Because Now I Know What I Want For Christmas
The Pups
The Penis/Vagina Cobras
Because Even With A Spotty Accent, A Concertina-Playing Idris Elba Is A Good Thing
Because I Wondered If Vickers Was A Robot Too
Because, In The Future, Big Important Archeologists Look Like Hollywood Douche Bags
Bad Robot!
The Prometheus Myth
DO. NOT. TAUNT. THE. ANDROID
The Wicked Cool Star Map
Because, In The Future, Biologists Think It’s A Brilliant Idea To Pet New and Uknown Species (Nice Hoodie, Though)
Because The Minorities Don’t Die Until The Very End
Axe-Weilding Archeologists
The Serenity Flashbacks
Scanners Flashbacks
Because, At One Point, Charlize Gets Out Of This Thing In A Hurry
David’s Dye Job
Tentacles
“Evolution”
Watching David’s Forefinger
Because I Had Never Noticed The Resemblance
Because This Is The Strongest Argument For Safe Sex…Ever
Because, In The Words Of My Friend Paul, “Killing A Douche Bag Scientist And Then Flying Off With His Lover Doesn’t Make David The Villian…It Makes Him the Hero”
That Final Shot
Joanna Robinson welcomes your poisonous, erode-y hatred.