A quietly chilling nightmare of human frailty and strength, tense with a nameless disquietude. A supremely accomplished little film.
A rote disappointment. There is nothing shocking or even mildly unexpected here. But there is an ironic weakening of the power of the xenomorphs to terrify.
Good stuff here.
A magnificent film, vital and alive, with the most profound sense of immediacy I think I’ve ever felt in a historical story.
Doubles down on the first film’s angry approach to inequality and violence, and again reflects an image of America that is ugly but only slightly distorted.