Alien Resurrection

Alien Resurrection checks in with enough slime, gore and scary monster-flick moments to satisfy undemanding audiences. But it's an ugly, animated corpse of a movie stitched together from the other three films in the series.

[A] cold but sufficiently nightmarish and high-powered proof that there's life in the old franchise yet.

The sardonic bits work, but there's none of the old grandeur and depth, and not much horror either. The smell of evil is missing.

Alien Resurrection displays flashes of glum beauty, scary power and carefully titrated humor before the whole grisly thing turns to gibberish... It's time for Ripley to retire.

The sense of mystery and anticipation that defined Ridley Scott's original Alien here dissolves into a series of more or less overt encounters with no more poetry or suspense than an evening of professional wrestling.

Jeunet has created a striking behemoth of a spaceship, a dark, menacing machine that is ripping at the seams with the throbbing of deadly biology.

You've got to give Alien Resurrection some credit: it takes some big swings.

Too weird, wet and horny to be widely accepted, Alien Resurrection nevertheless captures Jeunet's unique stuff, Whedon's trademark quips, and brings its own flavour to the Alien franchise

Jean-Pierre Jeunet’s otherwise truly pathetic crash and burn of the xenomorph-driven franchise.

[A] missed opportunity.