Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Second-hand divinity

Well, I finally saw "Prometheus". I dutifully paid the exorbitant ticket price, put on the uncomfortable 3-D glasses...and came out knowing for sure what I have long suspected: if you like SF, seek it in books, video games, graphic novels or your friends' blogposts. Leave movies alone.

In 1979, "Alien" made history. The sequel "Aliens" was, from my point of view, even better. The third movie was foregttable but I loved the fourth one. I have to confess I did not watch the Alien versus Predator franchise.

"Alien" had it all: a tense plot, stunningly innovative visuals (designed by the renown surrealist artist Hans Giger), serious thematic concerns (mostly having to do with gender and definition of humanity), and that cool, distancing, emotionless affect, which is one of the main reasons I love SF. "Estrangement", to use the technical phrase: making strange, making different, making one think, contemplate and wonder. There are enough soppy "human interest" stories overflowing the trash-cans of daytime TV, if this is what you need. Give me one genre that appeals to the human mind and imagination rather than jerking at our tear glands.

And here, 30 years later, is "Prometheus". It is supposed to solve the mystery of the Alien series: the origin of the aliens themselves. It only solves it in the sense that by the end of the movie you no longer care. It piles one preposterous idea upon another, bringing in a little creationism, a little "spirituality", and a little love story, with the female lead who is to Sigourney Weaver as Kim Kardashian is to Marlene Dietrich. The sly creationist hints in the movie set my teeth on edge. Make a straight religious SF if you want; there are many precedents for this. But "Prometheus" tries to have its cake and to eat it, to be "spiritual" and to be scientific at the same time and ends in a sorry little puddle of compromise.

And the entire movie, despite the millions that were undoubtedly spent on its production, has the same shabby, sly, second-hand feel. The best parts of it seem recycled; the worst - reconstituted. The tag-line, "We want to meet our makers", is borrowed from "Blade Runner" where theological echoes are used to great philosophical and cinematic effect. But in "Prometheus", the only conclusion I could draw was that humanity's makers are too embarrassed by their failure in creating an intelligent species to want to meet their botched product.

As for the so-called New Age-y "search for meaning" that "Prometheus" is trying to drag in, the only good scene in the movie occurs when David the android asks another crew member why humanity has created his kind. The answer is: "Because we could". This would be God's answer too. No need for interstellar travel to find this out; just read the Book of Job.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Aliens? Really?


Max Ernst, Eye of Silence

Aliens don't exist. Or do they?

The SETI Institute (founded in 1984) has spent almost 3o years searching for signs of extrterrestrial intelligence. Despite being endorsed by such luminaries as Carl Sagan, the search, so far, has been futile.

http://www.seti.org/about-us

Millions of people report seeing UFOs every year. Some report talking to, or even being abducted by, aliens. No credible evidence exists of this being anything but mass hysteria.

The famous Fermi paradox is still as pertinent as ever. The paradox, proposed by the physicist Enrico Fermi in 1950, basically asks, "Where are they?". Considering a large number of potentially habitable planets in our galaxy and the age of the universe, we should be awash in alien visitors. Clearly, we are not.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fermi_paradox

And yet, popular culture and popular science alike are obsessed with aliens. A superficial glance at the history of Hollywood shows the perennial appeal of the idea of alien contact: "The War of the Worlds" (1953, 2005), "Alien" (1979) and all its sequels, "E.T." (1982) , "Close Encounters of the Third Kind" (1977), "Avatar" (2009) etc, etc. Science fiction's most enduring masterpieces: H. G. Wells' "The War of the Worlds" (1896), The Strugatski brothers' "Roadside Picnic"(1977), Stanislaw Lem's "Solaris" (1961) and "Fiasco" (1986), evoke the magic of meeting creatures who are intelligent like ourselves, and yet in some profound sense, very different from us.

This blog will be about this magic. Not about the question of whether aliens actually exist but about the burning desire to know that they do. What is behind this desire? Why has our culture become so fascinated with such a huge hypothetical? What is missing in us that we hope to find in the Other?

Teaching a course on science fiction and writing a book about the ethics and aesthetics of alien encounters, I want to share my thoughts on these subjects. This is a work in progress. Hopefully it will be completed before the actual aliens show up and make it all redundant.