always makes me feel happy. Weird, I know,* but I get all happy about the fistfight at the end, in which Ripley tries to kill the Queen with a forklift (¡olé!
). Plus I have a Weird Crush on Bishop. He just wants to be loved. I WILL BE YOUR FRIEND, BISHOP.**
I just found out there’s a full treatment of at least one of the thirty or so much more awesome screenplays people came up with before shitting out the actual Alien3
. None of them is quite as good as my own headcanon, in which the four survivors of Aliens
go off to battle the aliens at their source—Ripley and Hicks because fuck aliens, Newt because she sneaks along to be with Ripley, and Bishop because the aliens present an imminent threat to life in the universe and he takes the first law of robotics very seriously. So we wind up Ripley, Hicks, and Bishop running missions and teaming up with new mercenaries (maybe the goofs from
Serenity vs. Alien Resurrection
***) and Newt out in ops with a wall o’ computers and they all have crazy space adventures forever. Also, there are ponies
By the way, you may be amused by the art of my awesome buddy Lychee, who has really taken off with some crazy suggestion my subconscious made years ago of Wolverine vs. Xenomorph
. We both still agree that this would be excellent, since Wolverine could potentially survive incubating one. Maybe if we all ask her nicely she’ll still draw that bit of the comic we were making where Wolverine’s chestburster makes its appearance, which was HILARIOUS, but for now you can enjoy her stuff!
PS: Lychee also did my default icon, visible up there, which is a portrait of me. You can view the full thing here
, where you will shit bricks when you realize that the things flying around me are my swarm of xenofairies. I am still super pleased that she made this drawing of me.
*Not as weird by my buddy Liz, whose Happy Movie is Schindler’s List
. Liz is a little odd.
**On the other hand, watching Alien
makes me regard Bilbo Baggins with a certain amount of suspicion. The Lord of the Rings
has become a weird experience with me, what with my fear that Bilbo will start stuffing magazines into people and my inability to avoid inserting “DAMMIT, JIM” before every line Éomer utters.
was not really a bad
movie; it was just not a very good
movie. I liked the Betty
crew, though—I’ll give Joss Whedon credit for damn fine characters.