Grae Drake Prometheus Review  Grae's Rating:    There are plenty
of places where people get caught up in the magic and energy of
actually being there. Fashion shows, a taping of Jay Leno, or a
party at Charlie Sheen's house, for instance. But when you get
some distance from it, the cracks start to show and you realize
that you probably need a tetanus shot. Watching Prometheus is
kind of like that, too. Ridley Scott, at age 74, does a killer
job of reinterpreting Alien and Aliens, in gorgeous 3D, with
enough tension to make your nail-biting habit that you thought
you had conquered reemerge. But I use the word reinterpret
purposely, because this movie, although done with a steady hand,
seems increasingly familiar the more you think about it
afterwards. And it irks me that Scott is officially insisting
that this isn't an Alien prequel, even though it "started out"
that way, which is like Ridley Scott standing next to an
elephant and trying to convince you it's a pigeon. Any fan with
eyes and a cerebral cortex wo