jobloffski
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Almost as soon as the blog begins the writer asks what was going on with the creatures, with no understanding whatsoever that the reason the creatures are so different to each other is the 'goo' is trying to evolve into life forms and mutates into whatever it mutates into according to what is available to it to 'infect' like a virus observed in a petri dish, mutating until it eventually ends up in a form that can survive independently. The humans in the film are the equivalent of cells in that petri dish being attacked by a virus', Missing that point entirely, bit hard to take seriously one fucking word of the blog seriously, if you ask me. Criticisms of the dialogue script and character motivation may or may not be valid, but to absolutely not even see what is happening in the film and not be able to draw any conclusions about it at all, that's idiotic, because the original film states very clearly the creature has some of the attributes of a virus. Prometheus has as it's threat A FUCKING VIRUS!!! .A virus that is a parasite, that invades the human bodies in various ways, goes through several permutations of hosts, until at the end of the film it is well on the way to being the creature subsequently described as having virus like attributes and having amazing capacities of survival instinct by Ash (android) (a quality in Doctor Shaw, it's 'mother', remarked upon by David (android) and in themes and incidents and the dramatic functions of the characters, the connections between Prometheus and the original film are presented, with some dots to be joined by the audience). The blog referred to basically goes WAH! WAH! I don't understand the film WAH! WAH! a writer of LOST was involved, I DIDN'T LIKE LOST EITHER, WAH! WAH!
< Message edited by jobloffski -- 1/11/2012 4:50:02 PM >
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Yes, dreamers dream and doers do. But if dreamers DON'T dream, doers don't have anything TO do. Everything that is only here because people exist, only exists because someone thought of it., or in other words, dreamed it.
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