As horror premises go, Flatliners is as classical as Frankenstein.
You don’t need a PhD to follow the story. You just have to pay attention.
Billed as a sci-fi/horror film, Life (2017, dir. Daniel Espinosa) is more accurately a semi-lame thriller based on the familiar sci-fi trope of contamination by an alien species.
Distanced from Astron-6’s darkly funny aesthetic, it becomes just another genre flick defined by its borrowed parts.
It’s a conundrum, but a consistently approachable one.
Perhaps it’s not fair to expect, but I wish this film had scared the crap out of me like its 1979 ancestor did. Still, it does accomplish what it set out to do — to explain the origins of the Xenomorph.
It’s Lord of the Flies with suits and ties.
The original may not be the best, but it remains the most cinematic of the series.
For fuck’s sake, even I don’t know what I’m talking about.
I viewed Arrival on November 20, and am still not sure how I feel about it.