Showing posts with label xenomorphs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label xenomorphs. Show all posts

Friday, 23 December 2011

Prometheus (official high-definition trailer)





I was online last night and saw how fans were counting down in "real time" till the official release of the first trailer. As you can see from the poster, as per the first film, a "big dumb object" (to use Peter Nicholl's term) features prominently. While  it's pleasing to see some evidence of continuity, there may also be a real danger of moving quickly from the sublime to the ridiculous: have a close look at the trailer below, and be sure to freeze it at around 44 seconds in. If you look to the right, very closely, you'll see a humanoid figure who resembles the enormous head in the poster. I really hope then that the Space Jockeys don't prove to be a race that resembles the silly Cenobites from the Hellraiser films (or that other similarly nattily attired villain in Dark City).

To be fair though, I don't have much to go on yet, so I should probably wait till next August before passing judgement. I'm going to be taking in some new material, not specifically related to this film, over the course of the next few days; hopefully it might inspire me to drop in here again to post something about the kind of horror I'd like to eventually see in a science fiction film.

Wednesday, 1 December 2010

Ruminations on the horror of the uncanny valley



The concept of the uncanny valley has been floating around for some time now. I think it would be relatively easy to use in a further discussion of the "haunted media" I posted on a little while back. This got me thinking though, derridata, do you know what the take up of this concept has been like among Japanese academics, particularly in relation to anime culture, the regard in which Masahiro Mori is held, etc? The same goes for ludologists, I expect.

Moving away from Japan for now, I really enjoyed reading Posthumanism in John Carpenter's The Thing, simply because it touches on 2 of this blog's all-time favourite films:

The 'uncanny valley', a hypothesis that suggests that the more human in appearance a robot may be, the more repulsive it will be received by a genuine human. Also applicable to dolls and computer generated characters, the uncanny valley suggests that we hold the body sacred, and become disturbed when something appears almost human... but not quite.

This is a far more complex identity anxiety to appreciate, in terms of visual or physical imagery, than the 'Other body' of the Thing. Giger's Xenomorph design, from Ridley Scott's Alien, is a humanoid, relatable evolution of the shark; engineered and phallic in design, externally based on both human genitalia and machine parts. The Xenomorph is ritually parasitic and sexless, both savage and motherly, vile and alluring. Strangely, the Thing lacks this fetishist attractiveness; when it does take on human parts, they are either a perfect mimic, or stretched and disfigured beyond association. But it does fascinate, if only through indifference, and for the film's stunning use of animatronic technology, itself a mechanical imitation of natural life. Though it is sexless (or at the very least, its gender is unidentifiable) the creature shares two common elements with man, a drive to consume and a desire to keep warm.

The case studies we have looked at, such as The Thing and Invasion of the Body Snatchers, are not set in futuristic dystopias or idealistic utopias, but grounded in our own present. The 'it could happen to you' impact of these films should not be overlooked. The Thing is a hideous half-resemblance of man, an amorphous, monstrous fake that not unlike the infection that it metaphorically represents, wants nothing more than to survive; to find food and shelter. In this respect, we are not so different. Science fiction has represented the posthuman in as many ways as it has the human, emphasizing that:

The Thing preys not only on the fear of contagion, but on the loss of individuality. Of all of the recent science fiction 'horrors' it reveals the human condition as much as it tells a good monster story. The films human characters are almost indistinguishable from one another. Cold and impersonal, they are a study of the human race as a whole than any one specimen. The protagonist MacReady's identity is defined not by similarity to his fellow men, but from his differences to the alien. In Carpenter's movie, the posthuman Other and the human form are indeterminable, and identity is indefinite.

As if that wasn't enough, it's incredible how a quote from Darwin resonates so well with Alien's bio-horror theme:

The expression of this [Trigonocephalus] snake’s face was hideous and fierce; the pupil consisted of a vertical slit in a mottled and coppery iris; the jaws were broad at the base, and the nose terminated in a triangular projection. I do not think I ever saw anything more ugly, excepting, perhaps, some of the vampire bats. I imagine this repulsive aspect originates from the features being placed in positions, with respect to each other, somewhat proportional to the human face; and thus we obtain a scale of hideousness.
—Charles Darwin, The Voyage of the Beagle[30]




Another point worth pondering: Aliens alumnus James Cameron believes cinema will soon move out of the uncanny valley, because the medium is not bound to "real time rendering". I won't speculate here though on the chilling technological implications of this statement for "ethical governor" scenarios taken to their logical extreme, as alluded to in derridata's last post:

Saturday, 26 June 2010

Alien Harvest

So, is it bogus? Follow this link and decide for yourself.

The character of Debbie seems consistent with what Ridley Scott
has said so far.
What we have here certainly appears different to this.


SPACE

A backdrop of stars, traces of colorful galaxies.

INTO FRAME AS WE MOVE BACK: A BEACON. Old, scarred. One
side crumpled from an explosion. Weyland-Yutani emblon
visible. The beacon's navigation light blinks erratically.

BACK FURTHER revealing an astronaut with a HANDHELD JETPACK
nearing the beacon. A TETHER snakes out behind the figure.

CONTINUING BACK shows the tether attached to a SPACESHIP
built like a giant Swiss army knife -- a repair ship. On
one side of the ship: B42-GOV/WY-FRONTIER 'BERTHA'. Inside
the open cargo bay sits a NEW BEACON, this one a sleeker
model than the one outside. Its nav light strobes eagerly.

INT. BERTHA

CONRAD, mid-20s, wearing Weyland-Yutani overalls, floats
weightless and inverted at the cabin ceiling. He retrieves
a thick manual from a compartment then kicks off toward the
main viewscreen, where TIBBS, fat and in his 50s, is buckled
into a pilot chair. Tibbs sucks purple mush through the
straw of a food container. His straining t-shirt reads: W-
Y LITTLE LEAGUE - GO COLTS GO! Conrad slips a headset on.
They watch the astronaut on the screen.

THE BEACON

DEBBIE, 20-ish and sassy, fires the jetpack to align herself
with the beacon. She grabs a hand hold, climbs over to a
control box, and attaches a tether from her suit harness to
part of the beacon.

DEBBIE
That's it, we're hitched.

CONRAD (V.O.)
Can I kiss the bride?

DEBBIE
No, but you can kiss my ass.

INT. BERTHA

CONRAD
It's a deal. Listen, that damaged
panel looks unstable. Skip the
external and go straight for
diagnostics, okay?

DEBBIE (V.O.)
You're the boss, Conrad.

TIBBS
(to Debbie; mouth full)
Ah, technically I'm the boss.
I've got twenty years with the
company; Conrad's got six months
and an uncle in personnel.

THE BEACON

Debbie uses a small tool to pop open the panel. Buttons, a
screen, and two large switch-breakers inside. She thumbs
the two switches. Buttons light up. The screen flutters
to life with: AUXILLARY POWER ON / MAX 50 MINUTES FULL LOAD
/ COMMAND? The screen glitches intermittently.

DEBBIE
The pile is down. Backup power
seems okay, though.

CONRAD (V.O.)
Patch in a filter just in case.

She takes a small electronic unit from her utility belt.
In her other hand she uses a gun-shaped tool to squirt some
sticky goop on the back on the unit, which she jams onto
the rim of the control panel. She hooks it up between the
main tether and the control panel.

DEBBIE
All set. You should have a clean
feed now.

The screen flashes through some menus, then fills with a
stream of data.

INT. BERTHA

Still eating, Tibbs watches a nearby monitor blur with data.

TIBBS
That's affirmative.

Tibbs and Conrad work the ship computers.

DEBBIE (V.O.)
What's the verdict? Do we salvage?

CONRAD
(scanning readouts)
This one's pretty much brain dead.

DEBBIE (V.O.)
Don't go all technical on me.

TIBBS
The analysis shows multiple
fractures in the substructure.
Too risky to bring it onboard for
a stripdown so we'll just go with
standard procedure and deep-six
it.

THE BEACON - INTERCUT

DEBBIE
So was that a yes or a no?

CONRAD
Ah, Debbie, I believe that was a
negative.

DEBBIE
Okey-dokey. So how do we blow it?

CONRAD
See that big red button labeled
"self-destruct"?

DEBBIE
(looking hard)
I don't see it.

TIBBS
That's because there isn't one.
Young lady, you really should have
paid attention during basic
training. We prime the reactor
for detonation from here. Standby.
Conrad, give me the core activation
string.

Conrad consults the manual. On the cover: WEYLAND YUTANI /
FRONTIER DIV. / ADVANCED WARNING SYSTEMS / CLASSIFIED B2.

CONRAD
(from manual)
Delta Charlie dash one seven zero.

TIBBS
(typing)
D-C-one-seven-zero. Confirmed.

The beacon's control screen now reads: EVENT DELAY (MINUTES)?

DEBBIE
It's showing some kind of timer.

CONRAD
(bouncing it off Tibbs)
Ten minutes to get her back and
unsuited, ten minutes to move to a
safe distance. Say fifteen minutes
contingency. Thirty-five?

TIBBS
Thirty-five minutes is ample.
(he types)

CONRAD
Return to deploy the new beacon,
then dinner and a quick game of
scrabble -- we'll be in hyper-sleep
and headed for home within a couple
hours. Outstanding.

Debbie watches the screen shuffle through menus. A countdown
appears: 35 MINUTES TO POWER CORE IGNITION.

DEBBIE
Warm up my slippers. I'm on my
way.

INT. BERTHA

An alarm sounds. The two men jump to the controls.

CONRAD
Proximity alert. Picking up a
huge neutrino echo. Somebody's
dropping out of L-space right on
top of us.

TIBBS
Nobody should be out this far ...

CONRAD
There's a shitload of matter influx.
Too much for just one ship. Looks
more like a fucking planet!

TIBBS
Debbie! You copy that? We've got
L-space activity! Hold on!

SPACE

A portal opens, squeezing into normal space. A wall of
light. Blinding. Debbie cringes in the beacon's shadow.
Conrad and Tibbs shield their eyes. Then ... all light
gets sucked back to its pinhole origin. Where there was
nothing is now a vast fleet of alien spacecraft. Twenty in
all. Several makes and sizes, but all follow the same basic
design. We've seen their type before... on LV-421 -- the
derelict spacecraft with its crop of deadly facehuggers.

A red-blue energy wave ripples outward from the fleet. The
shockwave is brutal but losing energy fast as it dissipates.

INT. BERTHA

The main viewscreen splits into windows showing the beacon,
the energy wave, and a rapid visual scan of the alien fleet.
In that window the computer reports: SCAN COMPLETE /
IDENTIFICATION FAILED ON MULTIPLE UNKNOWN OBJECTS, STRUCTURE
AND COMPOSITION UNKNOWN / LIFEFORMS DETECTED, SPECIES
UNKNOWN.

CONRAD
Fuckers didn't even knock first.

TIBBS
Oh Christ. Here comes the Phase
shift aftershock.

CONRAD
Debbie! Use the beacon as your
shield. Get behind the beacon!

THE BEACON

Debbie sees the approaching shockwave and clambers sideways
to get behind the beacon.

INT. BERTHA

The blastwave hits them. It buffets the ship for a few
seconds. Sends objects cascading through the weightless
cabin. Scrambles all electronics. Systems fail. No power.

THE BEACON

Debbie hugs the beacon as it goes tumbling. It reaches the
end of the tether and jerks tight, nearly throwing Debbie
off. The momentum sends Bertha and the beacon spinning
around each other in dizzying circles.

Debbie regains her hold. Stars whirl past. She looks at
the control screen. Dead. All lights off.

DEBBIE
Bertha, Bertha, you copy? The
beacon just lost backup!

INT. BERTHA

Tibbs and Conrad recover from the impact, scan the computers.

CONRAD
The blastwave fritzed our power
too.

TIBBS
Whoever that is out there, it's
not us. And they're headed this
way.

CONRAD
Debbie, get back in here now!

Tibbs rips off panels and franticly examines wiring and
componentry. Conrad watches Debbie's image on screen.

THE BEACON

Debbie can't detach the tether. The blastwave has twisted
the catch, snagging it in the hook. She yanks at it but it
won't budge.

DEBBIE
Damn this mainline, Conrad, it's
stuck!

CONRAD (V.O.)
C'mon, Deb, detach and get your
ass in here on the double.

She pauses as the beacon suddenly stutters back to life.
The nav light flickers on, the control panel lights up, and
the screen returns with the countdown timer. But there's a
difference that freezes Debbie's blood in her veins: the
timer reads: 4 MIN 50 SEC TO REACTOR IGNITION (NO RECOURSE).

INT. BERTHA

DEBBIE (O.S.)
Oh shit. The power's back but now
the timer is down to four minutes!

TIBBS
What? Four minutes to detonation?

CONRAD
No power, we're tied to a bomb,
and we're surrounded by aliens.
This was not in my fucking contract!

TIBBS
(working frantically)
Check the fineprint.

THE BEACON

Debbie stabs at keys on the beacon's control panel. She
gives up and pounds it with her fist in frustration.

DEBBIE
Cancel the self-destruct order!
Tibbs, transmit the code now!

INT. BERTHA

TIBBS
Negative. It's too late for that.
There's no failsafe under five
minutes. No recourse. We can't
stop it.

CONRAD
(thinking fast)
Listen to me, Debbie. Cut the
mainline. Use your suit laser.

THE BEACON

Debbie presses a switch on her glove. A pencil-sized laser
extends over her index finger. She points it at the tether
linking her and the beacon, activates it with her thumb. A
narrow beam starts biting into the thick cable. The beam
cuts out, flickers, cuts out again, returns.

DEBBIE
Goddammit!

INT. BERTHA

The Bertha's power returns. All systems back online. Tibbs
whoops and leaps into the pilot's chair. He begins
programming the nav computer.

CONRAD
Deb, the ship's back online. We
need to put some space between us
and that fucking beacon!

TIBBS
How much time?

DEBBIE (O.S.)
Three minutes. Repeat, three
minutes.

Tibbs powers up the engines.

EXT. BERTHA

The ship stabilises, no longer spinning, and begins
accelerating smoothly away.

THE BEACON

Debbie clings on as the beacon whips around and gets towed
behind Bertha.

DEBBIE
Hey, what the...?

INT. BERTHA

CONRAD
Tibbs! What are you doing?

TIBBS
I'm getting us the hell away from
that alien fleet. It's no
coincidence they appear where a
recon beacon is out of action.
They probably disabled it in
advance.

CONRAD
We don't know that. They could be
friendly!

TIBBS
Sure, maybe they're just out here
for a picnic.

Tibbs stares Conrad down, then secretly hits a console
button.

EXT. BERTHA

The cargo bay doors begin to close.

CLOSE ON DOORS as they scissor shut, severing the tether
line. Internal wiring sparks.

The beacon is left stranded as the ship accelerates away.

THE BEACON

Debbie watches the ship leaving. She takes a deep breath
before turning back to the job at hand. One minute thirty
left on the timer.

DEBBIE
(shaky)
Well, guys, the bad news is I won't
be joining you for dinner...

INT. BERTHA - INTERCUT

CONRAD
Shit! SHIT! Tibbs, we lost Debbie!
Turn the ship back!

TIBBS
Damn you, there's no time! We'll
all die. I'm sorry, Debbie.

CONRAD
Fuck sorry -- turn back now!

DEBBIE
No! Conrad, it's okay. You guys
can make it. Thanks to me, I might
add. As usual a woman saves the
day.

CONRAD
(helpless)
You're one in a million, Debbie.

DEBBIE
(works the faulty laser)
Damn straight. I'm smart as well
as good-looking. And let's not
forget my wonderful fucking
personality.

CONRAD
I won't forget.

TIBBS
I'm taking the ship to L-space.
We'll have entry speed in one
minute.

DEBBIE
I agree with Tibbs -- this is some
kind of invasion...

The laser has cut most of the way through the tether joining
Debbie to the beacon. She switches off the laser, grabs
her jetpack and the glue gun, and squirts a couple of big
dollops of the sticky resin on the front of the jetpack.
Then she sticks the jetpack to the beacon. Resumes cutting
the tether. The timer dips below one minute.

DEBBIE
You're kind of sweet on me, aren't
you, Conrad.

CONRAD
(choking up)
I ... yeah, I guess so.

DEBBIE
Too bad, sweetheart, because I
also happen to be fantastic in
bed.

CONRAD
(smiling sadly)
I was counting on it.

The tether between Debbie and the beacon severs. She slaps
a switch on the jetpack -- the rockets fire full on, blasting
her in a backward somersault as the beacon launches away
from her, toward the alien fleet.

DEBBIE
Yeee-hah! Go baby go! Go tell em
not to fuck with me!

INT. BERTHA

Tibbs is preoccupied with getting the ship into L-space.
Conrad is numb. He watches Debbie's plight on the
viewscreen.

CONRAD
Hey! She cut herself free! And
she did something to the beacon.
It's headed for the fleet.

TIBBS
Shit. We just fired the first
shot. If they were friendly they
won't be now.

CONRAD
Wait. The beacon...

DEBBIE

Tumbles slowly through space. At least she's alive. She
tries to keep watching the beacon as it diminishes... then
grows larger -- the beacon is COMING BACK in her direction!
The jetpack has put it in a loop!

DEBBIE
(wearily)
Yeah, whatever ...

THE BEACON

Five seconds left on the counter. It's going to pass within
100 metres of Debbie ...

THE ALIEN FLEET

Like a searchlight, a continuous beam shoots from one of
the big ships.

THE BEACON

The beam surrounds the beacon in a cocoon of energy. The
timer reaches zero. Debbie watches in awe. The powerful
explosion is contained within. The beam ceases.

THE ALIEN FLEET

A second beam shoots out from the same alien craft.

DEBBIE

Is caught by the beam, all motion arrested. The beam begins
to pull her toward the big alien craft.

CONRAD (V.O.)
Debbie? Debbie?

DEBBIE
I'm alive. I'm being pulled back
to their ship. Guess they want to
meet me.
(fear in her voice now)
Can't blame em, I'm such a fine
specimen of womanhood ...

INT. BERTHA

Conrad and Tibbs are strapped into the pilot chairs. They
exchange a horrified look: what will the aliens do with
her?

THE ALIEN FLEET

A smaller vessel fires its weapons.

DEBBIE

Watches the missiles streak past her.

DEBBIE
Conrad!

INT. BERTHA

TIBBS
Almost ready...

An alarm SHRIEKS. CLOSE ON A MONITOR which reads: THREAT
ALERT! EMERGENCY MEMORY DUMP -- UPLOADING TO NETWORK ...

CONRAD
Incoming fire! Punch it now!

TIBBS
L-drive online--

EXT. BERTHA

Too late. The missiles obliterate the Bertha.

DEBBIE

Is almost at the alien vessel. She witnesses the distant
explosion, then disappears through an access port underneath
the ship.

Sunday, 6 June 2010

Stephen Hawking's Aliens

I'm not usually one to blow my own trumpet, but it seems there are some scientific grounds to support what I had to say before about generation starships and bioships. Looking through a recent issue of the Journal of Cosmology, I was particularly interested in Blair Csuti's response to physicist Stephen Hawking's comments about the probability of alien life forms being hostile toward us. For those in need of some more context, you can catch up here:

In his contribution, entitled "Darwinism and Hawking's Aliens", Csuti makes much play of the fact that natural selection would compel alien species to place their own interests above those of the indigenous population of Earth. This programmatic assertion means less to me though than his argument that:

"...racing to Earth at near-light speed, it would take our would-be exploiters tens of millions more years to turn up on our doorstep. Unless they have very long life-spans, that would require a generational space ship with little prospect of returning to their home planet with whatever booty they had considered valuable enough to undertake a long and expensive expedition".

So I was right to suggest the meeting could only take place on an exoplanet. Therefore I'd like to add another twist to my Alien scenario, by suggesting that the Space Jockeys and their xenomorph cargo were the products of the evolution of the "astrochickens" originally dispatched by humans to explore the exoplanets (Freeman Dyson style). However, their evolution is so advanced that it takes considerable time and effort for a human to understand. I think back on the ending of the original Planet of the Apes movie, and there are some similarities to what I am proposing here for the Alien prequel. I just think my idea is a bit less obvious and therefore not as open to parody. You might recall, for instance, The Simpsons' musical version of Planet of the Apes, in which the sole surviving human astronaut breaks into song after at last discovering the shocking truth that the planet is not so alien afterall, but merely a future Earth where evolution has gone haywire: "You see I was wrong/it was Earth all along/they finally made a monkey out of me".

I won't comment here on Quatermass and the Pit either.

The added kick is that my version plays up to the importance of the Precautionary Principle that is supposed to regulate science, which is now generally regarded as "post-normal" because of the potential dangers it poses. It is this aspect that the evangelical presentation of Dyson ignores. Dyson goes out of his way to "blind" the audience with the wondrous nature of science, suspiciously resembling a telepreacher shaking down the true believers for the donations that will fund scientific research and shore up the expertise of scientists. So I hope Science Studies can make something of the latest instalments of the Alien franchise (remember, Social Epistemology once ran a piece on Kim Stanly Robinson, so sci fi can be useful in reinforcing critical attitudes).

Incidentally, the respective contributors to the issue in question of the Journal of Cosmology, provide more than a series of reading strategies to apply to the Alien prequel. They might also serve as useful templates for sci fi authors and readers interested more generally in how to characterise our potential relationships with alien lifeforms.

They sure make for more compelling reading than the works of Erich Von Daniken, which are not only racist in their assumption that the non-European peoples did not develop any science of their own (arguing instead that it was bestowed upon them by alien races), but also a direct ripoff of Lovecraft's Cthulhu mythos. As this article proves, Von Daniken was an opportunist who noticed the warm reception of the mythos among French sci fi fans, which he in turn exploited to his own ends.

I hope my reimagining of the Alien universe is more compelling too than the "ancient astronauts". For me, it is not necessarily any conscious alien intervention in the evolution of the "astrochickens" used for exploration and/or terraforming, shifting the focus to our own inability to understand the contingent nature of the processes we've set in train. All of this was missing from Alien, where the emphasis was on the company's deliberate acquisition of the lifeform for military purposes. Sure, the plan was sinister, but there was a rationale behind it one could at least understand. I am suggesting, drawing on Hawking, a failure prior to this series of events to even recognise something as a form of life. The latter might gradually coevolve in more dramatic ways with our space exploration; thereby affording us a monstrous glimpse of the next stage of our development as a species.

To uncover this truth results in madness.....will the prequel capture this Lovecraftian sense of "cosmic horror"? To do so, it would have to effectively dispose of the character who learns the truth, otherwise the "unique" hybrid status of Ripley in Resurrection would appear more implausible. Only time will tell.

Tuesday, 25 May 2010

Bioships, replicating spacecraft and the exploration of exoplanets

We were talking the other day about the inaccessibility of exoplanets (they can't even be captured by imaging because of their obscurity), and this drove home the point as to why the "generation starship" concept is being supplemented or displaced by scientists and sci fi authors alike. The practical problems are how to sustain life and the energy required to power a ship across such vast distances over really long periods of time.

Here we see the biotech focus of this blog coming into alignment with a number of fascinating possibilities. For some background on exoplanets, it is useful to pay a visit to the Planetary Society. And here is the quote by Freeman Dyson that really caught my attention:

"Any affordable program of manned exploration must be centered in biology, and its time frame tied to the time frame of biotechnology; a hundred years, roughly the time it will take us to learn to grow warm-blooded plants, is probably reasonable".[21]

However, Dyson is not solely preoccupied with manned exploration, as anyone who Googles "astrochicken" will quickly discover. Here we have Dyson, along with other scientists, applying the concept of "self replicating machines" to the development of spacecraft. As you can see from this link, the replicating spacecraft has also become a staple of science fiction. Unsurprisingly, while it offers in theory a means of exploring further and quicker than manned flights, there are concerns about whether replication could be controlled. If not, according to the "berserker" model, replicating probes would regard the existence of other lifeforms as competition, and would therefore seek to exterminate them. A more benign spin on the theme is the "seeder"/embryo space colonisation model, whereby genetic patterns from the homeworld are stored in readiness for the terraforming of habitable exoplanets. A degree of automation would circumvent the need for sustaining the living, breathing crew, associated with generation starships.

Of particular interest to this blog, Alien appears suggestive of the possibility of catastrophe arising from an admixture of berserker and embryo space colonisation. The sequence of events is not clear at this stage, as we await release of the [two] prequel (s), but one possibility would be that the automation process became corrupted during either the flight or upon contact with the exoplanet Acheron, with the xenomorphs subsequently emerging as a berserker species.

One of the more interesting pieces I have read of late discusses the derelict in terms of its being a bioship.
Let me return to Freeman Dyson though, given the lecture I've watched online of him advocating the need for "heretical thinking" in science. Furthermore, the Research Channel featured a video of author Ann Finkbeiner naming Dyson as a member of "the Jasons", "a self-selecting cadre of scientists independent of the government who evaluate military technologies at the frontier of physical feasibility". If such claims bear closer scrutiny, Alien may one day prove extremely prescient, given how the Weyland Utani Corporation was likewise interested in acquiring the lifeform for military purposes. Here, I mean to suggest that "heretical thinking" in science can easily translate to "the ends justify the means".

Although I am not charging Dyson with guilt by mere association, I do share Finkbeiner's concerns, which are raised as well in sci fi such as Alien: what role should the government play in scientific research? At what point is the inventor accountable for the hazards of the invention? The sheer vastness of "the final frontier" reminds us of the inherent difficulty of regulating any applied biotechnological research in such a context.

Please note that Dyson enthusiastically endorses biotech in the first part of this talk, before moving on to the theme of what kind of life might exist on Europa, and how we might go about finding it. In the final part, around 16:00, he connects biotech to space exploration, arguing that if we cannot find life out there, we should create it for ourselves to populate the universe, thereby making it a much richer, more interesting place. Hence it will not just be us moving from Earth into the universe, but living things in general. These proposals are obviously fraught with potential benefits and hazards, but the latter are not addressed in Dyson's talk:

Wednesday, 12 May 2010

"Unclouded by conscience or delusions of morality...

...It's structural perfection matched only by its hostility..."

These were the android Ash's words in Alien, as he confessed his admiration for the creature that was systematically wiping out the crew of the Nostromo. In this post, I'd like to consider some of their thematic implications.

Firstly though, I have a confession of my own to make: sometimes I can be a little slow to post the various things I've seen and heard. So I don't pretend to be breaking the exclusive of Ridley Scott outlining the premise of the Alien prequel he's working on. I also take it as read that the film will be steeped in Lovecraftian lore:

"It's set in 2085, about 30 years before Sigourney [Weaver's character Ellen Ripley]. It's fundamentally about going out to find out 'Who the hell was that
Space Jockey?' The guy who was sitting in the chair in the alien vehicle — there was a giant fellow sitting in a seat on what looked to be either a piece of technology or an astronomer's chair....
[The film] is about the discussion of terraforming — taking planets and planetoids and balls of earth and trying to terraform, seed them with the possibilities of future life".

Less obviously though, I'm also interested in how the hopes invested in the film may be related to the process of rationalisation. Weber's thesis described a situation where charisma would be one of the few means available to break the "iron cage". This can tell us something then about the appeal of auteur theory, with the pantheon of "great directors" acting as circuit breakers on the model of mass serial production that is business as usual in Hollywood. Reading fan reactions and reflecting on my own expectations in light of this most recent event contributes to the sense that the Alien series is one of the most self reflexive ever made: at every level they are obsessed with the meaning of (re)production.

Other readers of Weber's work, not least Habermas, were critically aware of how attempts to manifest the surrealist project in everyday life, as per Bataille, amounted to a horror story (see The Philosophical Discourse of Modernity; but also recall Andre Breton's claim that the simplest surrealist act would be to open fire on a crowd with a pistol). Bataille so feared the utilitarian calculus that he deliberately avoided systematising his own thought, but in so doing, argues Habermas, he provided inadequate contextualisation to prevent it becoming a philosophical wildcard.

It might also be said that Alien is sympathetic to Habermas' perspective as the film makes use of surrealist H.R. Giger's designs to horrific effect to demonstrate the consequences of the surrealist project literally colonising "the lifeworld". Indeed, there is a telling scene in Alien Resurrection where the evil scientists who had attempted to breed the xenomorphs in captivity for their own purposes, find themselves fused to the wall of the hive. But they are so transfixed by the biological/aesthetic qualities of the creatures ("my beautiful butterfly") that it comes as a shock to them when their creation lumbers over to casually bite off the top of their heads. Like Ash before them, these scientists had failed to heed Habermas' words. You might call this "blowback".

If I had the means available, I'd like to write a book on critical theory called Everything I Know About Philosophy I Learnt from the Alien Films. In my version of Alien Resurrection's hive scene, I'd substitute Bataille and certain other philosophers for the scientists. Let the punishment fit the crime, you might say. Another way of putting it is in terms of thinkers committing a common category mistake and being forced to reap the consequences. For example, here is how a recent limited reading of Whitehead's work is taken to task. It could serve equally well as an admonishment by a science court of any number of scientists in the Alien series:

"Consequently, it is one thing to claim, with Shaviro, that from the purely aesthetic perspective destruction (or robbery) is justified by the degree of novelty that is released into the world, but it is quite another thing to pose this justification from the perspective of another living society that has just been robbed to become "food" for the creation of the new beautiful order. According to Whitehead himself, this is where the nature of reflective judgment becomes ethical and concerns the moral issue of creativity that must be "reactively adapted" to fit each living occasion of novelty. Even though creativity becomes "the highest notion of the ultimate generality" in Whitehead's metaphysical system, it cannot serve as a kind of categorical justification for every actual occasion of "craving for intensity", for novelty and adventure, in short, for every act of robbery. It is clear that there is a moral dimension to Whitehead's system as well, a second critique that is hidden behind the first and primary affirmation of the general notion of creativity, and I would even suggest that certain negative and critical feelings (or what Whitehead calls "negative prehensions") can also belong to the creative process in the production of new "discordant feelings." Of course, these negative prehensions need not necessarily lead to new prohibitions against beautiful feelings as in most traditional Marxian critiques, which would be tantamount to a prohibition against eating, and according to Whitehead, would result in the loss of inter-play between living societies and the environment composed of other societies, both organic and inorganic. However, it could lead to a construction of "critical aestheticism" that would be capable of both "creativity" and "critique".

Numerous lebensphilosophie style conceptions of creativity could have served equally well as illustrations of the category mistake. Hans Joas is someone who understands where Habermas was coming from, but attempts to be more thorough in bringing together creativity and critique, to avoid any limitations associated with the aforementioned "traditional Marxian critiques". There is a danger that the creative turn can amount to the same thing as the universal calculus: the only real ground for guilt is a lack of self-interest. Moral behaviour is the acquisition of a value. Certain goods have a higher value simply because others desire what you have. It matters less whether this entails imposing your will on others as long as you make it. This becomes an end in itself, another form of instrumental rationality to legitimate all perversity, strangeness and eccentricity. Again, as Ash said of the xenomorph, "I admire its purity".

This might explain why so many figures in the esoteric underground, including Nikolas Schreck in this unintentionally hilarious clip (and his offsider, here wearing a monocle for effect) for example, develop a social Darwinian philosophy (described fittingly by Anton LaVey as "basically Ayn Rand's philosophy with some ritual thrown in", while Schreck prefers to talk in terms of how "it is difficult to explain something of this majesty and glory to mortal minds"). It also speaks to why provocateurs such as GG Allin felt entitled (while naked, covered in blood, and smeared in human excrement) to stage an afterlife to his performance by inciting a mini-riot in the streets of New York City (Allin died of a heroin overdose several hours after this footage was taken).

I recommend reading Colin Campbell's piece, which I have in part drawn on here, for an intriguing take on how the discourses of decadence used to frame the horror associated with transgressive culture are informed by a serial logic, with reference to C.S. Lewis' The Bell and the Hammer. In this post I have wondered about where and how to situate the popular appeal of the Alien films with respect to the continuum Campbell describes. Does it amount to resistance or complicity?


Sunday, 21 June 2009

Alien-ation/species being/Sim capital

And what could more perfectly encapsulate Cybermarx's concerns in this instance than a preview of the latest instalment in the Aliens vs Predators franchise? (thanks ahuthnance for the tipoff). I concur that Alien[sic] ation "takes on a whole new meaning" in this context, premised, as it is, on the meeting of "sim capital" and the military-entertainment-complex. Moreover, the game may [eventually] prove prescient in the sense that the conditions of its production, in tandem with its explicit thematic concerns, reflect how technoscience, particularly its biological applications, are increasingly playing a constitutive, rather than an after the event role, in the shaping of social relations more generally, (inclusive of the "bioprospecting" taking place in poorer nations; here as well there is an uncanny parallel with the "colonial marines" featured in the Alien series, who have simply shifted such activities "offworld").

I recommend viewing the video to help flesh out Cybermarx's words, but don't even think about wasting your time by not watching it in High Definition. Be sure to savour the unselfconscious commentary by the games developer, as he demonstrates the capital spectacle of "trophy kills", which consist of the evisceration of human victims by the Predators (due to its graphic nature, the clip requires age verification). Here then is the passage on "sim capital" that particularly grabbed my attention:

What is at stake in the development of "general intellect" is nothing less than the trajectory of species being. "Species being" is the term Marx uses refers to humanity's self-recognition as a natural species with the capacity to transform itself through conscious social activity. In the era of general intellect the application of social knowledge to production make this issue urgent and concrete; e.g. the Human Genome Project. Given this context, the recent revival of the concept of species being by authors such as David Harvey and Gayatri Spivak, rather than constituting a reversion to a much-reviled "Marxist humanism," marks a crucial consideration about the collective control and direction of a techno-scientific apparatus capable of operationalizing a whole series of post-human or sub-human conditions. Alienation takes on a whole new dimension when it reaches up to the creation of "alien" - non-naturally occurring - life forms, and when the cut and paste biology of gene splicing and xenotransplants makes the body itself tend toward the status of "digital cultural object."

Thursday, 18 June 2009

"Alien" remake confirmed

I held off for as long as I could, but it is my sad duty to report all "significant" xenomorph related news.

Alien Remake Confirmed Posted By : thegoldensimatar, Saturday May,30
Filed Under : General Horror, Horror Sequels & Remakes,

A few days back we told y'all the rumor that Ridley Scott's classic Alien was going to be apart of the recent redux craze that has gripped Hollywood. The proposed remake is going to be produced by brothers Ridley & Tony Scott and longtime associate Carl Rinsch directing. While at a junket for Tony Scott's own remake The Taking Of Pelham 123, Collider walked straight up to Tony Scott and got the rumor confirmed.

Tony Scott: Yes, Carl Rinsch is going to do the prequel to Alien. He's one of our directors at our company.

Though, more interestingly, Scott uses the word 'prequel'. So, dunno exactly what that might mean. Will the film revolve around another hapless group of Weyland-Yutani employees sent to collect the Xenomorph or something a bit more interesting than that? Hopefully more word on the story will come out as the weeks go on. Though I'm opposed to a redux or whathaveyou of Alien, since Ridley Scott seems to be invovled with the remake more substantially than most directors are with a remake of their own film, maybe it might be decent. Tony Scott also revealed that they're looking to get the remake/prequel/redux thingy in front of cameras hopefully before the year's end.

Entertainment Weekly, who has been keen on reporting ill news as of late (Scream remake), is claiming that 20th Century Fox has yet to sign off on commercial director Carl Rinsch to get behind the camera for the Alien "prequel", news we broke here on B-D a few weeks back. "The filmmakers and Fox, the studio that owns the rights to the franchise, seem to have conflicting ideas about who should direct," they write adding that the studio wants Ridley Scott to return to the helm, "the studio is not interested in greenlighting a prequel unless Scott himself directs." Thanks for the credit EW.

Saturday, 16 May 2009

Peter Frohmader, H.R. Giger & the "Alien" soundtrack that almost was....


"Frohmader's musical compositions have been said to be the musical shaping of the artistic works by Giger, specially those used for "Alien", what proves the understanding between both artists and why Giger considers Frohmader to be the perfect composer for the soundtrack for "Alien". Yet apart from this affinity, the compositions created by Frohmader are, above all, the musical equivalent to his paintings, and not only the ones published as the covers for his albums. Thus for example, his first album, "Nekropolis", is a symphony divided into two cycles, the one of the Night and the one of Hell, which contains references to the devils in the Tibetan paintings. In two pieces of "Nekropolis Live", texts extracted from the novel by Lovecraft "On the Mountains of Madness" are recited, together with a poem by Gottfried Benn about a corpse. His series "Homunculus", which he has been publishing in Sweden, is a clear connection with his paintings of evil medieval atmospheres. Or the symphonies "Plague Dances" and "Malleus Maleficarum", from his double LP "Through Time & Mystery - Ending". At the same time, his concerts at cathedrals, both for the music and the place, reflect these mystic-baroque traits.

One of the first things that attracts the attention most in his paintings, is the use he makes of black and white to enhance certain themes or elements. Thus for instance, his landscapes of narrow medieval streets look like pictures extracted from accursed books, and his ghostly Gothic cathedrals have an undeniably evil aura. Looking at some of those black and white elements, as for example the entire series of "Homunculus", it must be admitted that in full color they would not be so very impressive. He also incorporates this technique into photography and even to his own person, and decides he is one of these elements that must appear in black and white. Therefore, he always prefers photos to show him in black and white, instead of color.

frohmad3.jpg (16436 bytes)Some of his illustrations, as for instance the mass of human remains that presides the cover of his first album, or the poster that is included in his second album, show his vincle to death and Beyond. He sees these universal enigmas as a key for his creativity.

In a great part of his paintings there reigns a nocturnal atmosphere, perhaps enhanced by the timetable of his artistic work; Frohmader has produced his works mostly at night, at least in the past. And an oneiric texture, nightmarish in nature, pervades these paintings as well, so as to try harvest some of the essence of bad dreams, by means of atavistic, ancestral signs, from terror. The final effect is to reflect the things that each observer of the painting would swear to have dreamed in some nocturnal nightmare.

Nevertheless, his work is not as dark as many people believe, and this is an important point. Frohmader has become famous as an "accursed artist" because the most remarkable part of his art is the sinister content, and therefore, this is what is more popularized. In his music there also are passages of light and beauty, a sincere message as opposed to the commercial productions that have appropriated the term "New Age".

In his paintings, he shapes cosmic adventures where the observer can contemplate lakes and rocks made from light, the origin of life fused with the birth and death of suns, exuberant jungles spreading to the horizon, intergalactic starscapes swept by the cold light of nebulae, or simply the Sun rising from the clouds and shedding its light after a storm.

Up to a certain point, the dark and light aspects of Frohmader's art have a chronological distribution throughout his career. And thus we have that in the first years darkness, the macabre, the evil dominate; while in his latter years it is light, beauty, the cosmic, what takes the place of the former. Although in the mid 1980s, with "The Jules Verne Cycle" (two pieces based on two stories by Verne: "The Mysterious Island" and "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea"), this subtle change can already be appreciated, it isn't until 1988 with "Spheres", when Frohmader leaves the dark regions and makes a cosmic voyage towards the worlds of light. This new artistic and aesthetic concept continues in the CD "Miniatures" (1989), whose cover is a painting on the wave of the German futuristic trends of the 1920s - 1930s; as well as in 1990, in the CD "Macrocosm" (released in the United States). The final jump arrives with "3rd Millenium's Choice Vol.1", which closes the circle, and which in a way means a return to the original starting point, even though from a different angle. By the end of 1990, he engages on a trip to the French Brittany, so as to find artistic inspiration and produce a 20 minute film showing landscapes and impressions in his personal style, including music. This music is included in his CD "Armorika", running time 74 minutes, released at the beginning of 1991. The result is a very dense, imaginative work, specially in the themes "Tumulus", "Les Roches du Diable", and "Dolmen". At the beginning of 1992, his CD "3rd Millennium's Choice Vol.2" is released, a meditative excursion that enters science-fiction rather than terror. Later, new, excellent works appear.



frohmad4.jpg (13956 bytes)COLLABORATIONS, CONTACTS AND INFLUENCES

The relationship between H.R. Giger and Frohmader began when Giger heard music by Frohmader. He felt fascinated and proposed him to make the soundtrack for one of his videos. Frohmader accepted, and from this point a productive relationship between them both developed. Giger claims that he usually paints listening to Frohmader's music. On the other hand, Frohmader admits that he has been influenced in his paintings by Giger.

He is a good friend of Florian Fricke, the alma mater of the mystic music band Popol Vuh, known for their cosmic music since the early 1970s, as well as their movie soundtracks for German movie -maker Werner Herzog at an international level.

Musically speaking, he has collaborated with Ax Genrich from Guru-Guru, and Christoph Karrer from Amon Düül-2, members from two legendary bands of German psychedelic music, predecessors to the New Age movement. In his recordings sometimes collaborate violinists Stephan Manus and Iva Bittová, Stephan Seithel (Oboe), Birgit Metzger (vocals), and others. Through Nekropolis Records, his record label, he has produced CDs from other interesting alternative musicians, as for instance Andreas Merz and Gerd Schedel (two electronic experimental composers from Munich), and Gulaab.

He has worked with the painters of contemporary fantasy art Ernst Fuchs and Hellmut Neukircht; and he has been in contact with sculptor Martin Schöneich as well as painters Wolfgang Ohlhäuser and Elke Wassmann.

Among his influences we find the Gothic horror movies from silent movies, as for instance the "Nosferatu" by Murnau, besides the metaphysical science-fiction movies from Russia and Poland, among them "Solaris" and "Stalker". As for the writers who have influenced him most, these are: H.P. Lovecraft (whom he has illustrated), Edgar Allan Poe, Clark Ashton Smith, Henry James, Bram Stoker, Algernon Blackwood, among less known ones. Besides Giger, the painters who have influenced him most are Bosch and Grünewald."

Excerpt from "The Oneiric Prospections of Peter Frohmader" by Jorge Munnshe

Thursday, 2 April 2009

Burying the hatchet it seems....





Kind of busy lately, so just got time today to show my sense of humour is still intact, and that I'm still actively trying to monitor anything out there related to the iconography of this blog. These stills were produced by DDB New Zealand to promote a screening of Aliens vs Predators on SKY Television.
I apologise only for the [unintentionally] jarring juxtaposition here of something lighthearted with the subject of my previous post, but such is the nature of blogging as a content management system.

Monday, 18 August 2008

AVP Redemption


Thanks for the tip off ahuthnance (note though that this latest trailer is only 2 weeks old). Other than the most obvious reasons, I include it here as well as confirmation of some of the points raised in the earlier post on Matt Hanson. By any measure though, this is certainly an impressive effort.
This film is in production and hopefully will be out in the end of Fall 2008. Its a "No Budget" fan film project created with a purpose to appreciate 2 Best Sci-Fi franchises.On this web site I will be posting news and media files, such as videos and stills.
ENJOY!

http://popovproductions.com/avpr_main.html

Tuesday, 12 August 2008

Selim Varol







I've just picked up the "technology" issue of Cream Magazine, and have started to work my way through its articles on "Life 2.0" etc, as displayed on the covershot I've included here. These are relevant as popular representations of this blog's mission statement, in their own right.
But here I've focused more on the photo essay in this issue which could be related to ahuthnance's earlier post on David Levinthal [for obvious reasons]. Photographers Daniel and Geo Fuchs highlight avid toy collector Selim Varol in their book Toy Giants, as developed during their 2004 artists-in-residence stint in Berlin.

Sunday, 27 July 2008

Alien Experience


I swear that next week I'll try to make room for some non biology related postings as well. Part of the impetus for change has to do with how yesterday I ordered Dead Air from Red Eye Records, which has been a long term project for me, along with a swag of books and other material I can't mention here as they concern another blog team member. But I also made a point of trying out my camera again in an attempt to show off another great little specialty store in Surry Hills (along with a few telling anecdotes). I'll try to upload them next week when I get my broadband access back.

But until then, back to biology, and moreover, the iconography of this blog. By way of the Biology and Science Fiction blog, I"ve happened across the following excellent xenomorph/predator resource. The link here is to a discussion about the reproductive cycle of the xenomorphs, which makes for a lot of compelling speculation (justifying inclusion of the predalien pic in this post). One to watch in the future, to be sure:

Friday, 18 July 2008

Superchicks, clones, cyborgs, and cripples: cinema and messages of bodily transformations


What I've done here is reproduce a very hard to find article published by Helen Meekosha in:

Social Alternatives vol 18, no 1, January 1999.

Helen sent it to me in reponse to a request when I was researching my thesis a few years back. As the piece is already in the public domain, I can't see any problems in archiving it here, as long as anyone who might happen to cite it refer to the original source. My hope is in part to give the piece wider exposure by posting it here. I have tried to find some relevant imagery to illustrate her argument about Alien Resurrection, and although this risks accusations of sensationalism on my part, the real motivation is knowing how many visitors to this blog use Google image searching as their entry point. So the images may be enough to bait the hooks needed to get at least a few people to linger a bit longer by reading Helen's critical analysis.

Furthermore, unlike say the uncharitable interlocuter who flamed me in my earlier "Crash" post, I am not of the opinion that it is somehow illegitimate to reference older films. To the contrary, the longer texts have been in circulation, the more opportunity they are afforded to become iconic. Ideally one should also consider the fact that the representation of disability issues is so neglected by Hollywood that authors/activists have little alternative other than to reference a few "canonical" texts. Placed in a wider sociocultural context, it seems to me that the issues raised by Meekosha can only become more relevant and central to public consciousness with the passage of time. As far as films go, one need only consider how the X-Men series subsequently emerged as a prominent example of representation of these looming debates.

"Hollywood is continually pumping out movies saturated with images of disability. Sometimes these movies can tell us more about disability, difference and what it takes to be a good citizen than some might even want to know. In classic anthropological terms, movies have cultural functions, and movies about disability are more likely to be movies about normality and stability and the threat disability poses. Indeed, disability may be used as a metaphor for threats to the social order. A number of recent films allow us to examine the boundaries of disability representation in contemporary popular culture.

Some viewers see the latest Alien move "Alien Resurrection" (AR) as a full-on feminist thriller, replete with androids, clones and postmodern references. It hints at lesbian/queer sexualities. It contests the nature/culture divide, by gluing them together, and thereby demonstrates its postmodern feminist credentials. Yet AR can be read as rich in metaphors relevant to disability politics in the late twentieth century. It touches many of the key debates in which activists around the world are engaged.

Is there a "politically correct" representation of disability, given Hollywood's association of disability with "evil", "sinister", "tragic" and "instructive" narratives? Many active in disability politics yearn for more affirming "nice guy/gal" images, while others argue that the movies should reflect the full diversity of the disability experience. So how are we to react to the opening sequence of AR where Christy the tough smuggler is using Vriess's, his crippled comrade's, "dead" leg as a dart board for his knife? It depends, I would say, on who are the "we" who are watching.

The film operates at two different levels- one which can be read as working in the discourses of contemporary feminism, the other which appears unintended and speaks primarily to audiences of people with disabilities. First then, to examine the feminist/feminine world created by the director.

The Alien series, this one directed by Jean Pierre Jeunet, have pressed the boundaries of science fiction cinema, creating in the process a feminist action hero in the star Sigourney Weaver as Ripley. By AR, the fourth film in the series, Ripley who went molecular to destroy the Alien Queen in Alien 3, returns as a cloned "mother" to the incubus within. But with a spin, she is now a "supergirl", more powerful, speedy, acute, coordinated and generally aerobicised than any woman has the right to be. Which of course is the point- she is no longer "just a woman" but rather the mutated amalgam of her past and the Alien mother, created by scientists from surviving germ plasma. Where does she come from? Is she one of "us" or of "them"? Is this is a crisis of identity, where multiple pasts fuse in the present body but the projected future is problematic?

Ripley (her very name recalling the long running newspaper columns about the weird and wonderful ("Believe It or Not") is the archetypal woman in a man's world ,tougher, able to sustain herself against pain and suffering, uncomplaining. She embodies qualities of the essentialist female myth, with its roots in American frontier images of the pioneer woman, now updated with reference to those radical econfeminists who see women as a species different from men, inheritors of the power of the Goddess. Others see Ripley as representing part of the third/new wave feminist adventurer moving beyond conventional boundaries of feminist concern. She confronts the masculinist fantasy of the man eating vagina (vagina dentata) which is the Alien Queen.

Meanwhile moral majority America casts the film as an expression of a death dealing culture, which found original expression in the annihilation of the indigenous people, and now sustains its blood lust through massive foetus killing/abortion- under the influence of feminism. So feminists and anti-feminists can have their own textual analytial battles, but these are not, ultimately, the point. As with most mythical texts, the unintended consequences can be most revealing.

Some audiences are aware of the discourses of disability, and the interstices of cultural practices which sustain them. For these viewers, AR is saturated with strategic triggers which draw in the power relations of disability as these are are experienced in the wider world and daily life. Many of these triggers fire seriously disturbing and destructive judgements about the value of people with disabilites- of who has the moral right to survive in the third millenium? These judgements resonate with contemporary regimes of surveillance which locate people with disabilities within a range of power struggles- such as the Human Genome Project, "voluntary" euthanasia, pre natal testing and pre implantation testing ("monstous births"), the right to motherhood, rape, abortioon, infanticide of the disabled, the nurturer as killer, cultural hysteria about the public display of "deformed" bodies, the order of death and the differential value accorded disabled lives.

The Human Genome Project has been heralded as the saviour of humanity, by allowing science to "mend" or eliminate disabling genes, or indeed any genes linked to characteristics which are less than "perfect" in the hierarchy of normalcy. MIT geneticist Eric Lander, is quoted as saying that when the HGP finishes "it will be hard to explain to students how we did biology without the human genome".

However, for people with disabilities it carries with it threats of species-cide, the eradication of people like them from the planet. These are people with histories, cultures, languages, who have struggled to survive within the wide range of ways of being human. This range will gradually (or even rapidly) reduce, until all that is left is the small pool of acceptable genes. In the process the message to people with disabilites will be clear- your kind is not wanted here, and we (the normals) have every right to remove you: nay, not just the right, but the duty!

In the laboratories of the Company aboard the spaceship Auriga, Ripley has been rcreated from her own molecules, but perfected through genetic engineering- and we are asked to applaud her super human characteristics. On every dimension she has been "improved", as though with the biogenetic version of a flavour enhancer. But the subtext suggests that in the future "normals"may also become disabled people. In all the Alien movies, contact with the monster leads to one's own destruction as a result of "rape" and the implanting of Alien foetuses in the host. In Alien 3, Ripley was "raped" by the Alien and kills herself rather than give birth to the hideous monster. The differently bodied are presented as a constant sexual threat- in the movies as in life.

Pre natal testing is clearly linked to the applications planned for the Human Genome Project. Here concern is that prenatal testing is solely concerned with identifying "defective" foetuses. Horror fiction uses the idea of "monstrous births" as a device for representing the deformed and tortured soul of the being and to induce a fear of reproducing the abnormal. In AR the Alien Queen was to be prevented at all costs from giving birth to more monsters, who ate human flesh and destroyed the human community. When this attempt failed, the monstrous child was destroyed by Ripley who was both mother and her sibling.

One of the most confronting scenes for disabled people occurs in the same laboratory, where Ripley encounters her "failed" clones locked in the agony of the embodied mistakes of the scientists. The forms of failing which are embodied here are drawn from the ranks of the known universe of disability- "the deformed", "the spastic", "the disfigured", "the limbless". They cry out for her as a sister to end their pain by killing them. In tears,the nurturing mother kills her children/siblings with a flame thrower, becoming Dr Death (one of her male colleagues comments, that "It must be a chick thing").



These are precisely the scenarios which are used to justify the demand for "voluntary" euthanasia- where the reality behind the public debate which focuses on those with terminal illnesses is that many people with disabilities are deemed to have lives inherently worthless. Research in the USA suggests that in those states where the "death option" is mobilised, there are relatively few support services or structurs available to make life "worth living". Yet the irony persists that this scene can be read by some non disabled feminists as an assertion of the right of women to keep control over their reproductive processes, because the cloning was directed by male scientists wose presence represented patriarchy.

There are other references to disability in the movie- most obviously when the going gets tough and the smugglers suggest that they abandon the cripple- a decision not well received by Vriess. Hollywood then proceeds to conform to ultra PC and the Black smuggler saves his friend by sacrificing himself.Vriess survives, a smart and independent sort of guy. Perhaps we should acknowledge that the struggle of the movement against stereotypes in the movies has had an impact.

"I see disabled people's re-valuing of their own bodies and ways of living and the forms of culture that are emerging fro disability pride, as oppositional discourses and practices. They do weaken the internal hold of the disciplines of normality over those who have disabilites" (Wendell 1996: 92).

In the final scenes we discover the good citizen is actually an android, Call, who has fallen in love with Ripley, leaving us to question the future of human bodies, disabled or not.

It is not just in the future cyberworld of the Alien mythology that identity has become more problematically associated with corporeality- we see it too in contemporary contexts: black bodies, gay bodies, transsexaul, transgender bodies, ill bodies and disabled bodies. Corporeal identity thus carries social and personal meaning in a world of uncertainty and flux. Classificatory systems have been used over time to demarcate bodies- determining who consitutes insiders and constitutes outsiders. But are cyborgs really the vision of the future that would transcend the limits of "normalcy" and allow those with disabled bodies to be seen as part of the range of beings which inhabit societies? Perhaps not. We can now see bodies being used and produced for different forms of cultural and capital accumulation. "We are not seeing the end of the body, but the end of one kind of body and the beginnng of another kind of body" (Martin 1997: 544).

While AR offers its texts to the disability aware in layered and unselfconscious format, Gattaca, directed by Andrew Nicol, could be seen as a film which confronts disability more directly- through the theme again of genetic engineering. We are introduced to a world "in the not too distant future" though many of the practices of genetic screening for employment are widespread already.

The hero, Vincent, who is naturally born, but is projected to live only thirty years due to his imperfections, aspires to become an astronaut, a role only available to the genetically perfect. Human bodily perfection is prized, anything less is "In-Valid" or "De-gene-rate", and disabled bodies are criminalised and sent off to work in low skill, low status jobs. While anti discrimination laws exist, our hero, an In-Valid, remarks that "we now have discriminatin down to a science". It is a world where the Human Genome Project has been realised- indeed Gattaca (GAT ATT TTA TAC ACA- linking amino acids adenine [a], thymine , guanne, , and cytosine is the combination of "overlapping triplets" that mark the basic patterns of DNA>. It is a world where the HGP has realised its dream, and all genetic material is manipulable and controllable. The film was to end with a contemporary documentary line in which the audience were informed that "of course, the other birth that may never have taken place is your own". While this was positively endorsed by advisory geneticists, test lay audiences rejected the line, seeing it as a suggesting they may have genetic defects.

Movies with disabled characters are now beginning to reflect the influence of the disability movement on popular culture. So we can see in Spanish director Pedro Almodovar's "Carne Tremula" (Live Flesh) the hero David (played by Javier Bardem) who is a cop, disabled by a bullet to the spine, whose wife, Elena, begins an affair with his attacker, Victor. David is constructed as the Olympian wheelchair riding, basketball playing supercrip, yet despite the apparent "normality" of his diabled state and thus the film's apparent acceptance of the disabilty presence, it also becomes a metaphor for castration- and thus provides an "explanation" for Elena's affair with the fully potent "able bodied" Victor.

A recent Hollywood engagement with the world of disability through a comic frame occurs in the Farrelly Brothers' film, "There's Something About Mary", starring Cameron Diaz in the lead role, Ben Stiller as her teen sweetheart Ted, and Matt Dillon as her admirer and film villain Healy. The movie's web page, describing her character, notes, "though a little older now, Mary is even more beautiful than Ted recalls, with a successful medical career and a soft spot for the handicapped. However, Healy informs Ted, in his efforts to keep Mary for himself, that she has become a mail order bride, overweight, wheelchair bound mother of four kids out of wedlock".

The film itself is rather more open and everyday about disability than the publicists appear able to reflect in their web promotions, and neither stereotyping nor offensive (even if at times over the top). The cast includes strong performances by disabled actor W.Earl Browne as Mary's disabled brother Warren, accompanied by a group of his collegues from a day centre who find themselves in an impossible football game with the villain Healy. Indeed the key plot point revolves around the realtionship between Mary and Warren, and her commitment to him- she will only have as a lover a man who can relate to Warren as a human being.

The Disability Movement in Australia is beginning to realise the crucial role that popular cultural representation of disability plays in the opportunities for people with disabilities. With some few exceptions, the public sphere is saturated with discourses which use disabled people as metaphors for horror, evil, fear, and distress. These films are rarely reviewed in terms of the disability implications, unless they specifically "deal with" disability issues- as in Rolf de Heer's Cannes competition entry "Dance Me to My Song", which starred a disabled actor, Heather Rose.

Diability politics is in ferment, as governments roll back the gains of the movement in the name of rejecting political correctness. Popular representation of disability in its complexity plays an important part in political discourses. In Australia, at precisely the time when human rights and advocacy groups are having their funding cut, issues of biogenetics/reprogenetics, and the place of disabled people as sexual and socal subjects, present themselves as crucial questions for disability communities and individuals. The "not too distant future" has arrived".