There are a few simple rules regarding conversation in my house:
1. No politics
2. No religion
3. No insulting the films of Brian De Palma or David Cronenberg
4. Those who mention Prometheus will be shot
It’s not that I despise Prometheus (the first half is actually quite good), it’s just that the very thought of the movie’s squandered potential irks me to no end. So count me as someone who is actually looking forward to the sequel, as I hope (maybe against hope) that Ridley Scott & Co. can actually stick the landing this time, instead of dropping a giant, somewhat phallic-looking spaceship on my dome. Unfortunately, one of its busiest stars cast a shadow of doubt upon when we’re actually going to see the continued adventures of Elizabeth Shaw and the severed head of David the Robot today, thus meaning I can’t set a defined date upon which I can revisit and possibly revise my “house rules”.