I recently caught the end of “Cowboys & Aliens” on cable again and as I watched the climatic battle I remembered the bit of my original review about how Hollywood was getting in a rut with its aliens:
Grey, hairless, oddly-bent knees, big teeth, covered in mucus and dripping with drool. It started with “Aliens” of course but then we got “Battle L.A.”, “Super 8″, “Independence Day”, “Skyline”, “Pitch Black” and everything from “Avatar” that you weren’t supposed to want to bang.
As I watched the sequence again I was struck by something that solidified my problem with all of these designs. The one thing that neatly represents all my complaints and frustrations.
Where are all the pants?
These are advanced civilizations. They’ve perfected space travel, energy weaponry and (I assume) fiscal accounting policies and practices. Don’t any of them wear pants? Togas? Kilts? Uniforms of any kind? Even if only to tell the grey, backwards-kneed space janitors from the grey, backward-kneed space generals? Do aliens really not have a bikini area?