Memory: The Origins of Alien (2019)
(Crackle)Delicious. Yes, H. R. Giger's art is synonymous with the visuals of that universe, and Ridley Scott was a stubborn visionary without whom this would probably have been a much trashier product. But the making-of story is many layers deeper than that, and it begins properly (I know this now) in the unconscious mind of Dan O'Bannon, screenwriter - his childhood influences/obsessions, and even his poor health & his poverty as a struggling artist (we may never have gotten the face-hugger or the chest-burster, and hence
Alien as we know it, otherwise).
Serendipity, recurring. For example, O'Bannon’s obsession with Lovecraftian imagery (his widow apparently has his unpublished rewriting of the
Necronomicon, in a box somewhere); and while working on Jodorowski's
ill-fated Dune, O'Bannon met fellow Lovecraft fanboi Giger, whom he'd later recruit on his own first production of
Alien... from which Giger was fired because his art was too gross and scary, and the original director didn't think enough of the project to stick around. Both to our benefit, because when Ridley took over, his insistence on the unadulterated Giger aesthetic (after O’Bannon reintroduced it) is what shut down the studio's protestations. Surface facts... but what I find more fascinating is the unseen primordial, shaping the artistic visions of people who happened to be drawn together on this project, through ancient intermediaries like Egyptian cosmology (can be seen in concept art from both
Dune and earlier drafts of
Alien), Christianity, and Greek tragedy.
One artist whose work helped Ridley overcome a particular obstacle in design was Francis Bacon, whose painting
Triptych Inspired by the Oresteia of Aeschylus is about to fetch tens of millions at Sotheby's:
The tortured anatomy, especially in the middle panel, is of interest. Bacon was particularly obsessed with the
Oresteia. The ostensibly christian subject of his
Three Studies for Figures at the Base of a Crucifixion (which springs from a festering psychic wound involving
his dogmatic father) could be mistaken for three Furies:
These are bubbling cauldrons of angst. Into the pot goes the social context of America in the 70's, which I've always felt subliminally in
Alien's crew hierarchies and conflicts. Even the names of the ship (Nostromo) and shuttle (Narcissus) are from Joseph Conrad, who wrote about what happens when we venture
into the dark unknown, especially for empire. The tantalizing suggestion here is that, whatever greets us out there, could be as old as our oldest stories, or as old as life itself. An example of these subconscious threads links to the Egyptian goddess
Nut, who is alternately the sky or the cosmos (her brother/husband is the Earth). The hieroglyph for Nut also means "womb". It's a weird transgression that the
sky should be mother, but this could also be a vestige of an older consensus about such things, which happened to survive in one place. What if it infected the thoughts of some creatives, tapping into yet another suppressed guilt about a
ten thousand year arc of history? (O'Bannon's original script, titled
Memory, describes a hidden adversary which
infects our minds during sleep.)
Anyway, aside from a couple of annoying interviewees (one whose whiny syllables are ridiculously drawn out, another who's clearly in love with his own voice & has over-rehearsed his speeches... both of whom are youngish millennials, go figure) this docu is riveting. Some of the research must've been from Ian Nathan's
book Alien Vault: The Definitive Story of the Making of the Film, as he is one of the main contributors.
Speaking of chest-bursters... we're dispelled of the notion that the cast members around John Hurt were completely unaware of what was to come. They had some idea. But two serendipitous events did conspire against them. The first was olfactory: (skip past the quote to avoid... quotes)
Roger Christian (set designer):
In the morning, Ridley said “let’s put some bits of gristle and stuff,” so I sent the buyer down to the abattoir to buy a load of offal, which stank terrible. And they put it in formaldehyde for you, but it was worse. We packed it around, and Ridley was doing it himself too. We were sticking it all around underneath.Veronica Cartwright:
We’re all up in our dressing rooms at Shepperton Studios. Harry Dean Stanton is sitting in the hall singing and playing guitar. We’re up there for hours. We kept wondering, what the- what was going on?Ian Nathan:
But at a certain point in time, some assistant is sent to bring them to set. And what greets them isn’t a vision, it’s a smell. Because over these hours, this kind of offal and raspberry juice has just been cooking under the lights.Veronica Cartwright:
Literally, you gagged when you walked onto the set.
The second was technical: the
chest-burster had to be reset twice because of malfunctions, so it was only on the
third attempt that the monster's face fully protruded from the shirt, the buildup to which, combined with Ridley's instruction for increasing volumes of projectile blood, did trigger chaos and earnest revulsion.