Image Credit: Everett CollectionBefore The Social Network, before Fight Club, before Se7en, David Fincher was a brilliant music video wunderkind trying to make the jump to a feature film career. So he set himself the impossible task of directing Alien 3 (usually stylized as Alien3, the derivative of which is 3Alien2). With little film experience, Ridley Scott and James Cameron’s big shoes to fill, and an intrusive studio that thought it could push him around, it’s no surprise that Fincher’s contribution was worse than what came before in the franchise — and what came after in his career. The result is like getting face-hugged for nearly two hours, and not in a good way.
Keith Staskiewicz: Alien 3: Great opening 30 seconds, not so great closing 113 and a half minutes.
Darren Franich: I wanted to like the movie because it so gleefully kills off everything and everyone people like about Aliens, but it doesn’t really give us anything in return. Besides lots of bald people with interchangeable space-British accents.
KS: The movie defines itself in the negative right from the start. At the end of Aliens, Ripley succeeded at kick-starting her maternal instincts by saving Newt, her surrogate daughter, and Michael Biehn, the makeshift husband. Before the opening credits of Alien 3 are even out, Newt and Biehn are both dead. Are we done with them? Nope, not by a long shot! First, we have to palpate their dead bodies to make sure they don’t have aliens in them. Then, cut them wide open, just to make really sure. And then, just to be really really sure, toss their bodies in a huge burning furnace. It’s like trying to get rid of space bedbugs.
DF: And then, just when you think Alien 3 is done tearing Aliens apart, it revives Bishop as a limbless, faceless, dripping-android-blood muppet. READ FULL STORY