It’s fair to say the Alien franchise has become lost in a sea of overblown, histrionic sci-fi nonsense. Ridley Scott’s 1979 masterpiece was a horror film of the first order whose essence has nary been seen since.
Step forward Alien: Isolation, which cosies up to its roots as much as it apologises for Sega’s last Alien effort. Putting the ‘survival’ back into survival horror, this handsome beast puts you in Ellen Ripley’s daughter’s boots as she skulks in the darkness hoping to find mommie dearest.
It’s really not about weapons and it’s really not about gung-ho – this is considered terror. And you get to pretend Sigourney Weaver is your mum.
Words Mike Hird