The dastardly beasts from Alien, The Thing, and Predator are still numbers 1, 2, and 3 monsters, in my book.
I think I'd place them in reverse order though.
The monster from Alien is probably the better piece of art, and when it debuted, beat the crap - physically and scareworthily - out of your Wolfmen, Vampires, and assorted nasties.
The popped-off, upside-down head that sprouted huge spider's legs in John Carpenter's The Thing was arguably the most original, but a sharp blast from a flame thrower put proper paid to it.
The bad-ass predator is not only nasty to look at, it's got moves. It fights intelligently, can flip into invisibility, and is a bona fide warrior.
No doubt you've got your favorites, the ones you love to hate.
Anyhow, back to planet X, where Adrien Brodie and a bunch of other unlikely protaganists are deposited and told to go forth and make mayhem.
This movie sucked, stank, blew, bombed and bewildered.
No explanation of who they were, why they were dumped on this planet, what the beef was all about, what the hell Laurence Fishburne was doing when he showed up unannounced, mumbled a bit, and then got killed.
Maybe I should have said ** SPOILER ALERT ** before telling you of Fishburne's brief and pointless appearance, but that spoiler can't harm a film already riddled with pointlessness.
And Brody, you should be ashamed of yourself. You briefly soared, in the Pianist and The Singing Detective, but now you're sunk.
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