XS+ said:
David Twohy should've directed AVP imo..
You ever read Twohy's Alien 3 script? He's a pretty decent writer. Chronicles is a good testiment to what happens when a director is given too much money - his usual quality is much better, especially his earlier direct-to-video efforts.
173 INT. COLD-CORE CHAMBER
Packard holds in the doorvay. Where are the lights? She moves inside
to look for controls -- and the door behind her seals, thrusting us
into an even deeper dark.
She waits for her eyes to adjust. Only RESPIRATOR SOUNDS. Finally
Packard can read her thermo-gauge. Minus-400.
Small blinks of machinery become visible. Packard edges to the lights
and leans her helmet closer. Some kind of bio-readouts? She touches
the panel. A light springs on to illuminate...
The Alien.
Packard recoils the width of the room, smashing into more controls. A
second light flares on to reveal...
Another Alien.
Packard lurches to the door. Gloved hands grope for the unlock-lever.
It's not there. BREATHING comes in worthless snatches -- she's
suffocating under an avalanche of fear. All she can find is a key-
plate, a fucking key-plate.
Packard wheels back around and braces for the attack. Instead...
The Aliens haven't moved. Both are encased in glass. Dormant.
Packard forces calm on herself. Finds the key attached to the suit.
Opens the door -- and leaves it open without exiting. Some stabilizing
BREATHS. Now she heads back for a closer look.
The room is a gallery of Aliens. An army of Aliens. All behind glass.
Dreading it, Packard activates more case lights. Each Alien is
slightly different: One is silvery instead of black, a chameleon that
blends with its background. Another, the Brute Alien, shows a stockier
strain, its exoskeleton toughened with thorns. Another is a Siamese,
fused to a partner. Another is a complete abomination, as if mutated
with thalidomide.
There are more. But Packard doesn't have more nerve.