#corporate-dystopia

#corporate-dystopia

There was a time when nothing in cinema was more frightening than a xenomorph. HR Giger's nightmarish biomechanical hellspawn, dripping with fluids and Freudian discharge, was the gruesome, undisputed apex predator of movie monsters. It burst from your chest; it dissolved your face with acid; it splintered your ribcage like a pinata filled with blood and screams. It was unstoppable, unknowable, the kind of thing you'd expect to find at the bottom of your dishwasher after leaving it closed for 36 centuries.