Another feminist take on Prometheus.
I laughed at the final scene of Prometheus. And I suspect that wasn’t Ridley Scott’s intent.
I went in really wanting to like this movie: ready to be creeped out, to feel claustrophobic, to root for the kick-ass Noomi Rapace [see above], to drool over Michael Fassbender.
But the movie was not so ready for me to like it.
Spoiler-filled feminist kvetching after the jump.
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