1) Within the first few pages cavalorn’s theory about the wounded side takes a serious blow as the images from the mural are shown unobscured. What cavalorn is mistaking as as a wounded flank is the chemical reaction taking place on the mural’s surface when humans unseal the room.

2) I’m pretty sure I was supposed to be blown away the art in this book. The preproduction work for this film is mind blowing, shocking in fact. Shocking that so much effort and money can go into the making of a movie in a world torn apart by poverty, in a world where so many lack basic medical care. Multiple versions of each set were made, enter the King (Ridley Scott) to choose his liking. I kept thinking about how many people lack access to the internet. I kept thinking about how many lives could have been changed with access to fraction of the funds used to create a single one of the rejected sets. Doubly insulting is the fact that so much capital will be wasted on an “entertainment” to be marketed as a commodity. Much animosity generated by the income disparity between working people and CEOs, why not disparity between working people and film directors, producers, and actors? The same formula seems to at play: the more mediocre at producing long term slow motion failure, the more exponential the compensation. Only the “entertainment” industry wouldn't think twice about producing a film with a budget of $130 million and then complain when people pirate low quality versions of it. As has been said (wrongly) about health benefits, pirated copies of mainstream movies are truly the crumbs of capitalism. [Wrongly because health care is a human right.] Triply insulting is the notion that this film is in some way “art” considering the producers of were neither brave enough to create a movie with an overt Christian message, nor one that dared (ooooooh) suggest extraterrestrial origins of Christ so that resulting mess was so confusing even the hoi polloi that swallowed the surreal fascist carnival indoctrination of Avatar complained about Prometheus not making sense. This when young feminists in Russia are being imprisoned for speaking truth to power from the steps of church.

This rant is not to take away from the many craftspeople and fine artists that created the look of Prometheus. These are the persons this book was created to celebrate (at least in part anyway - the book also serves as yet another self-perpetuating piece in this film’s behemoth marketing machine). Some of these workers I’m sure were under-compensated while others were over-compensated. None were featured on Entertainment Tonight. So though I think this book was supposed to cause me to appreciate their efforts, instead I’m left with two thoughts:

Art in service to what?

The art of Prometheus; the shame of a nation. ( )