I thought Prometheus was a completely awful, a bastardized Mission to Mars, a farcical mish-mash of mythologies and concepts and faux-histories that completely jumps the eusocial, endoparasitoid, pharyngeal-jawed, horizontal gene-transferring xenomorph.
The thing about science fiction is that it has to be scientific – so when top biologists fly across the universe on a gazillion dollar mission and treat the alien lifeforms they find like kittens, I kind of want to scream at the inauthenticity. I am really so disappointed. I also don’t fancy Noomi Rapace as the it-girl of the moment. At all. There, I said it.