Originally Posted by Morpheo
^^^ wow. it's rather rare these days to read more than a single line of text written in such an impeccable manner, so let me just say a simple thank you. Can you make more of these please?
As someone who loved Prometheus, you just made me want to watch it again! I couldn't have said it better (and I mean I really
couldn't have, unless we're allowed to post in french maybe
) and I agree, of course, with everything you said.
Thanks for the "thank you"!
I resisted venturing much of anything myself on this film partly because my reactions to it are complex and not at all fully resolved or even completely coherent, I'm sure. But maybe that is just the way it should be. Then too, I initiated this thread to continue discussion of the film and saw the need just now to relaunch into that endeavor, as we were slipping into something of a more procedural focus here.
You know, it occurs to me that if one major message to be gleaned from the film might be: beware the false prophets, what better way to demonstrate that than to replicate that very message by the production itself?
With their first debriefing, we are witness to this hapless band of interstellar recruits at first mystified, then with sudden grave misgivings and new anxiety over what's to come from putting themselves in the hands of what they can only imagine is a madman's mission to chase an absurd premise halfway across the galaxies. Later, even the mapmaker is portrayed as perhaps the most lost of all, unable to guide himself from the darkness and disquiet. Technology and/or science, as represented by the droid, only serves to undermine man's connectedness with his fellows. The captain may take the cavalier approach with not quite defined free-floating allegiances, but at last redeems his human virtue at the cost of his beingness, so honorable merit is condemned to fiery immolation, and may not provide solace to our souls as the one true guiding light.
Some have excoriated this film as being the product of an unchecked and unbalanced giant of cinema, whose staggering reputation preemptively quashed challenge and/or critical judgment vis a vis day-to-day decision making and indeed a sober appraisal of the broader gestalt of "what kind of film are we making here?" Scott has been portrayed as an out-of-control genius too mired in an exalted body of past glories to set himself to an intelligible, incisive message through his current effort.
But what if that very realization echoes what seems to be the predominate message of his late effort? in other words, art imitating life, AND life (the making of this film), perfectly illustrating the art represented? Might it even be a self-aware perfect circle? That would be rare undeed.
Something to contemplate....