That transmission—Mother’s deciphered part of it.

It doesn’t look like an S.O.S.

What is it, then?

Well, I—It looks like a warning.

I’m gonna go out after them.

What’s the point?

I mean, by the time it takes to get there, you’ll—they’ll know if it’s a warning or not, yes?

It’s been almost 50 years and it’s impressively how well Alien hold ups.

Don’t get me wrong, the tech is a product of the time, looking impressively retrofuturistic, given the ways we’ve actually advanced since then. And the pacing is a bit slow and the jump scares not quite so scary in comparison to more modern scifi horror films.

But there’s a reason Alien is widely thought of as a progenitor of the scifi/horror genre. It’s just a really good film. The effects and design hold up and Sigourney Weaver’s Ripley is a powerhouse of a performance.

A solid movie–and I’ve somehow managed to never watch any of the sequels. As they say, the second best time to do anything you’ve been meaning to do is right now.

Onward!