What a thrill to finally get an Alien installment that dares to look forward without forgetting where it comes from. Alien: Earth proves you can expand the mythology with fresh ideas — echoes of corporate paranoia, identity, and science playing God — while also recovering that hum of constant threat that crawls down your spine. Visually, it’s staggering: Wētā FX delivers more than fireworks, they give texture and world-building. Corridors sweat, helmets weigh heavy, the xenomorph’s biology (and the “new creatures”) feels organic and dangerous. The staging channels 1970s cinema (slow-burn tension, precise framing, sound that bites) and then unleashes hell when needed: the mid-season set pieces are pure industrial nightmare. Yes, some people slam it with a “1” without even watching it. Let them. This series deserves to be read on its own terms: slow-burn rhythm, characters burdened with real dilemmas (not just gore), and an almost reverent respect for the legacy… while Hawley brings in new ideas that refresh the myth. Some thematic beats could be sharper and not every emotional punch lands, but the balance is clear: spectacle with brains, atmosphere with teeth. I came in weary after too many damp squib sequels, and left with the hum of the ship’s fan in my head and a crooked smile.