Kind of what I was thinking when I fist saw the film. Take a red shirt who's getting face-fucked by an alien life form, fail to quarantine he-she-it-them-other securely, and then, while you could still bag the thing and launch it into the nearest sun, fail to do so.Yeah, this makes all the sense in the world.Of course, as stupid as they all were, you didn't feel sorry for anyone. Them as escaped truly deserved it - sort of.
No chit. The movies were always the same: the monsters all started out being securely contained and safe - until some idiot came along and intentionally or unintentionally let them out to run amok.And if we were on one of those infested space ships - we'd have those things grilling on the BBQ rather than running around like terrorized faggots. The gin-soaked WL Emery would hunt them for sport! HAR HAR HAR!
Never got into the wooba-gooba monster alien sci-fi movies. The only one that I found appealing was the Brit sci-fi-sit-comm Red Dwarf series.https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_Dwarf
Red Dwarf was awesome.
Just the whole premise of it was so absurd that it sets the mood. It really was about the characters.