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“I don’t know,” Dutch said. “I mean, I know you’re insulting me, but I still think they’re both movies with a badass Sigourney Weaver fighting off aliens, who, by the way, is all that.”
“Yeah, she is,” Sully said, raising both eyebrows and nodding emphatically. “But you’re missing the point, Dutch. The first Alien is this nuanced horror movie in space. It’s scary as hell.”
“You already said that,” Dutch said, rolling his eyes.
Sully held up his hand. “I’m just getting Norway up to speed.”
Tilly placed a hand on my forearm. “You don’t have to participate in this. You know that, right?”
I kissed her on the cheek. “It’s okay, I’m interested.”
“Oh, Lord. I’ll be reorganizing my picks shelf. Come back there when you’re done with these morons.”
“Love you, too, Weezer,” Dutch called out before hopping onto the counter. “And the thing is, I didn’t even know that they were directed by two different dudes.”
“Well, that’s just a travesty,” Emmett said, shaking his head. “Their styles are totally different. It just depends on what you prefer.”
“Nope, the first movie is clearly the better film. James Cameron tries to turn Ripley into some sort of action hero.”
“And daddy-like,” Dutch said, rubbing his hands together, nodding and wiggling his eyebrows.
“Oh, for God’s sake!” Tilly yelled from the picks corner, making me chuckle.
“I agree with you on that,” I said. “But I do like the side characters in Aliens much more. They’re way better than the ones in the first movie.”
“Assholes and elbows,” Dutch said, jumping off the counter to give me a high five.
“I’ll give you that, but everything else in the first movie is superior. The plot, the script, the elements of horror. Ridley Scott is the man!” Sully said, tapping his knuckles against the counter. “And Cameron’s a hack.”
“I heard he’s making a movie now about the Titanic disaster.”
“James Cameron?” I asked.
“Yep. I guess he’s been working on it for years.”
“Why? Who wants to watch a movie about that? Newsflash—everyone dies, genius.” Sully rolled his eyes. “Who else is going to watch that besides grandmothers in their house dresses?”
“I believe they’re called housecoats,” Dutch corrected. The room went silent as we stared at him in disbelief. “What? My Gam-Gam wears ‘em.”
Looking at one another, Emmett cleared his throat and went back to the topic at hand. “I’d watch the Titanic movie. I bet a lot of people will. It’s a fascinating topic when you think about it. The unsinkable ship that sinks. It’s one of those reality-is-stranger-than-fiction situations, right?”
Sully threw his hands up in exasperation, which made me laugh a little bit. Sully had a way of taking everything just a little too seriously. He was like the old grandpa yelling at kids to get off his lawn. But it was entertaining, to say the least.
“Once again, Polaroid, you are way off. It’ll flop, I guarantee it. And then people will remember why it flopped—because Cameron’s a hack who takes characters and ruins them. There, I said it.”
“Do you feel better now?” Emmett asked, shaking his head.
“A little bit, thanks,” Sully said, wiping his forehead and letting out a sigh.
The guys were quiet for a moment, and Dutch went back to scanning in the tapes. Emmett grabbed the Windex and wiped down the computer screens.
“I’m curious,” I said, “why didn’t you guys discuss Alien 3?”
“Are you serious?” Sully said, looking at me like I had two heads.
“Well, yeah. It’s the most recent of the three, and—”
Emmett leaned toward me and warned, “You might want to back up.”
