“In Space No One Can Hear You Scream.” On earth it’s a different story and that scream I hear inside my head is that of my expectations crumbling midway through Prometheus that this film will in any way be coherent, imaginative, or transporting. The first sign of the disaster that is about to unfold before me on the screen is the name of Damon Lindelof, one of the Lost writers responsible for perpetrating the biggest hoax ever executed on television. Like Lost, Prometheus is a grab bag of biblical, mythological and philosophical mumbo jumbo that amounts to nothing. Ultimately, though the blame must rest with director Ridley Scott who is the captain of this grounded ship.

The basic plot of the movie is that two scientists have found universal symbols across the globe that point to a common creator or God, although the word God is never uttered in the film. That would take guts and one of the big problems with the story is that it lacks any conviction or point of view. But, I digress much like the movie. Continue reading »

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