I cannot articulate how much I loved this any clearer than just the simple fact that I welled up in the credits and then cried in the car at how overjoyed and awestruck I was. I followed the production from the very beginning, with secret meetings and on, closer than I have anything else I can even think of, and it still sured my ludicrous expectations.
This movie is a hangover. Not from a rowdy night out with friends or from trying to cope from some bad feelings, where on some level it was worth it, but one of those perpetual boredom hangovers from having nothing to do, where at some point you keep drinking thinking it'll at least distract you from the hangover itself. That constant rock in your stomach and every single sensory input being grating. What starts as "yeah, sure, why not" turning…
WE ARE SO FUCKING BACK!
The pre-release footage of them driving around the RC facehugger was when I KNEW this was going to be a slam dunk. Really my only knock on this is the weird CG cameo, but everything else had me pumped. Everything. Visuals? Outstanding. Wallfisch's score? Entrancing. Occasional fucked up xeno designs? GHATDAMN! There was a death at roughly the midpoint of the film that had me smiling so hard my face hurt. Cailee Spaeny's previous roles…
