Once I was watching some sort of entertainment “news” show, and Winona Ryder was on doing an interview about Alien: Resurrection. During the interview, she said that she really enjoyed working with all the other characters, “especially the baby.”
Now, the “baby” in question is (spoiler alert!) a human-alien hybrid child that is supposedly the ultimate in horror — all the superpowers of the aliens combined with the superior intelligence of humans.
Unfortunately, the “baby” turned out to be laughably bad. Hilariously bad. And not in a good way.
And thus, I realized that stars actually dare to lie in their press interviews. My innocence has never recovered. Stephen King is writing a novella about it, in fact.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the Alien Baby these days because I think I’ve figured out why the makers of the movie thought it would be so scary, when in actuality, it was just silly.
They were obviously men, and the scariest thing they could think of was the body of a 40-year-old woman who has had three children:
See it? The droopy breasts? The rounded pot belly with leftover stretch marks? The pasty complexion? The hunched back from babywearing?
Trust me, I see it — every morning in the bathroom mirror. Scaaaaaary!