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Dennis Hopper is fatally fascinated by the Queen and her torpedo tits wrapped in tempting red velvety space fabric. And they haven’t even gotten her amazing hairdryer helmet off yet!

I recently took one of my occasional dives into American International Pictures with Curtis Harrington’s Queen of Blood, a talky, slowwww-moving, sci-fi feature from 1966 about an ill-fated space voyage to Mars in response to an alien distress call.

Most striking in the film are the very brief, gauzy, luminous shots of the alien ship, pre-crash, with no dialogue, lots of slow, silent movement, and a truly unearthly ambience. Don’t get me wrong; this film is AIP schlock, Read the rest of this entry »

I saw Prometheus 3-D last night. About ten minutes into it a guy two seats down started snoring like my dad, and my dad is a champion snorer. He was alone so had no one to nudge him and continued to saw logs so I moved. He may have been onto something.

I like Ridley Scott. A lot. I like Alien. A lot. I like sci-fi. A lot.

I have watched the whole Alien franchise – except the weird Alien vs. Predator stuff. Like everyone else, Alien and Aliens are Read the rest of this entry »