This is it, ladies and gents. The final film of my 31 Movies of Halloween. And it is a doozy.
That was a spicy meat-a-ball.
Nightmare's have nightmares of this.
Never gonna stop showing this visual.
H.R. Geiger is a haunted man...
And Sigourney Weaver looked damn fine in it. Lecherousssssssssssss.
If you couldn't tell by now, the best part of the film is the sheer terror and grossness of the chest bursting scene. Oh, if you haven't seen the movie yet, there's a chest bursting scene...so, spoiler alert. But anyway, the crew is just having a nice dinner, joking around, being a crew and all. When all of the sudden, John Hurt has chest pains. Then there is a form pressing up from under his shirt. There's screaming and OHMYGOD! Blood splatters everywhere, and an alien baby bursts through John Hurt's chest. This is John Hurt, people, not some random Red Shirt or extra. John. Hurt. What the Hell!? So freaking awesome.
And now you'll never want to eat cake again.