I think I suddenly see Aliens (the movie) in a whole new light. Is it really about horror or about killing to stay alive? Or is it a metaphor about love? The feelings you have in your tummy, the knot, the butterflies, the airplanes, aren’t these the Aliens we sometimes have to fight? You cringe every single time, want to keep them at bay, but it’s so hard. They want to come out, if you want it or not, and they can kill you, or at least drive you nuts for a while.

And what’s up with the flamethrower in a confined space with people around? How unsafe was this set? Crazy pants!