@oldirtybearon: OK, I'm going to recreate it, just for you... Deep breath, now:
Gruff-talk-but-twinkle-in-the-eye black sergeant whose first priority after cryosleep is to grab his cigar, which apparently he had with him in the chamber. The distance from LV-426 to Earth is ten months, and the distance from the mining operation to LV-426 is twelve months. In Alien, the Nostromo's crew clearly takes a few hours to recover from the effects of cryosleep, but the marine crew is doing pullups ten minutes after waking in Aliens. They must use that caffeinated soap.
Ash is a brilliant character. He is prompted by his programmed devotion to the company, but he's driven by his infuriating inability to comprehend sexuality (his fascination with the impregnation process, his attempted rape using a makeshift, magazine phallus). Bishop is nothing more than a, "hey look another android I don't trust your kind after what happened last time but then at the end you'll do something I wasn't in a position to do and I'll suddenly realize that you were a true friend all along" hackneyed story device.
Alien is filled with Egyptian imagery. With the first shot of the cryochamber, the doors open and the stagnate air swarms, billowing a lab coat. It's not just a sleeping area: it's a tomb. Later, they desecrate the tomb of the Space Jockey and they carry the inevitable curse back to their home, just like every cursed tomb leaves an insidious, patient execration. And let's not forget Jonesy. As everyone knows, the ancient Egyptians worshiped cats. What some people may not know is that their specific cat goddess, Bastet, was the goddess of--you guessed it, curses and disease. Aliens eschewed all of that.
Alien had small-talk. Now, I don't mean that forced, manufactured stuff that Quentin Tarantino adores. When they were sitting around that table after waking, they were having groggy, muttered conversation. None of the, "like that poontang back on...," followed by an exaggerated clap-shake in Aliens.
We've got the aforementioned Gruff but Lovable Leader. We've got the Joker who's always being inappropriately lighthearted until he breaks down into the Helpless Kid he really is. We've got the Butch Girl who gets teased by the Joker and who can handle anything, but who is later shown to be not nearly so callous as she first appeared. We've got the Person Who Nobody Thinks Should Be Along Because They Aren't One of the Team, who in this case happens to the the Heroine. We've got the Heroine's Quiet but Attractive Sidekick who sticks up for her and so becomes a love interest while they're waiting to be turned into incubators. You don't remember the characters from Alien? Good. I don't remember the people I pass in the street. I do remember the street performers. But while those street performers put away their juggling balls and guitars and become regular people, the smears of archetype James Cameron called "characters" can't do that and so are permanently fixed in their ridiculous poses.
I remember watching Alien. I thought Ripley was going to be able to cancel the detonation in time and I was confused when she couldn't. This can't be right! But in Aliens, of course every turret but one would run dry, with a mere 10 rounds in that one. Was there any doubt? We follow procedure here. Of course the girl wasn't going to die.
Oh, boy, now we're here... The girl. The girl who managed to scavenge food and supplies for--let's say they managed to cut their travel time in half during those fifty years Ripley drifted--five months suddenly can't keep herself safe for ten minutes. If Ripley's arm isn't around her, then she's in danger. Heck, even if Ripley's arm is around her!
...Which brings us to one of my main sticking points. The entire point to the aliens in Alien was you didn't dare pierce its skin. A teaspoon of blood ate through three decks. In Aliens, at least two people were splattered: Hudson's arm and Vasquez's leg. Now, they never clarified what materials the aliens' blood would dissolve. We saw steel (the decking), polyethylene (the pen), polycarbonate (the visor), and fabric (the boots). James Cameron could have decreed that it wasn't reactive with human skin and it would have been fine. But instead he declared that the blood somehow gained alkalinity after the creature that had lost it had died. Not after a certain time period. It is literally said in the movie Aliens, by Bishop, that the alien's blood loses its acidity after the alien died. How else can we have Ripley and Newt attacked by two facehuggers in the medbay and have the marines shoot them with absolutely no ill effects to the ship? "Magic." - Mr. Bean
"Hey, don't you realize they're right below a fusion reactor and if they pierce the cooling tanks they will cause a thermonuclear explosion equal to a forty-megaton bomb?"
"Oh, that's right, I completely forgot."
"Hey, guys, no projectile fire while you're in there."
"Why not?!"
"...'Cause... Just don't. 'K?"
Oh, gee, the trigger-happy jack-offs kept some ammunition and ended up firing off quite a few rounds. We didn't want to take those four seconds to explain to them why they wouldn't want to melt their own bones. All's well that ends well. Good thing Sarge completely overlooked Hudson's shotgun when he collected mags.
The alien always impregnates before it molds its human host into a egg. Good thing it made the exception in Newt's case. How messed up would it be to have a chestburster pop out of the kid on the ride home, am I right?
I'm not even done, that's just off the top of my head. I understand that most people think Aliens is better than Alien, but between the characters and the story holes I just can't stomach it.
But, a peace offering: Aliens's effects still hold up. That queen looks just as good today. I do prefer Scott's external ship shots, mainly because he chose to avoid showing space altogether, but the upgrade in the appearance and movement of the mature aliens is striking.
EDIT: I tend to re-read my stuff to check it for clerical errors, and reading this again, I realize I look like a crazy person. Before last night, it's been two years since I last saw one of the Alien movies. Every fact or skewed memory is left over from last night. I do not own an alien costume. I do not remember the names of the characters from either movie (Ripley, Newt, Higgs, Hudson, Diego, Vasquez, and that's all I got). I do not have any weird feeling of superiority over anyone who likes the sequel more than the first. "...with absolutely no ill effects to the ship?" See that? I didn't even remember they were planetside at that point. The only thing that's come out of this mini-movie-marathon is I'm sorting my DVD collection differently.
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