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VISUAL LANGUAGE - Aliens

James Cameron first came into the limelight with 1984’s The Terminator, but really caught Hollywood’s attention with Aliens. As much as I like the original film by Ridley Scott, I always found Cameron’s vision to be a masterpiece, a rock star’s version of space terror.

57 years after Ripley’s encounter in the first film, Ripley is sent back to LV-426 as a consultant after the corporation loses contact with the colony of workers that are there.

Aliens One Sheet

I first got the idea and inspiration to break this down after I worked 1st AD for Producer Mark Johnson and Director Tim Hyten’s latest film “O2“, a science fiction thriller/drama that was filmed on the stages at Laurel Canyon Studios. We shot for two days on their spaceship stage; a very similar set design as seen in the Aliens film.

Laurel Canyon Stages
Director Tim Hyten (on right) and Gaffer Luis Sinibaldi. Image courtesy Kyle Stebbins 2008.

What really interests me is Cameron’s choices in coverage and pacing and I want to pay particular attention to a couple of areas during my breakdown:

1. Pacing - The ticking clock.

2. Coverage - The intentional misdirection used by Cameron to guide the audience visually.

3. Misdirection - Cameron’s deliberate misdirection.

First, let us read the script segment from the scene. Think how you would shoot it, how many cuts, set-ups, the staging and then scroll down for the shot by shot breakdown.





        INT. OPERATIONS - ANGLE ON HUDSON                       146

        looking decidedly stressed-out.  He grips his rifle
        tightly, AIMED RIGHT AT CAMERA.

                                  HUDSON
                          (intense)
                   I say we grease this rat-fuck
                   son of a bitch right now!

        THE GROUP is gathered around Burke who sits in a
        chair, maintaining an icy calm although beads of
        sweat betray intense concealed tension.  Only a few
        minutes have passes and everyone is still buzzed on
        adrenaline, as if the whole group is charged with
        high voltage.

                                  HICKS
                          (pacing)
                   I don't get it.  It doesn't
                   make any Goddamn sense.

        Ripley stands in front of Burke, every fiber of
        her being accusing him with absolute outrage.  Burke
        tries to break Ripley's stare, which is like a
        diamond drill.  He can't.

                                  RIPLEY
                   He wanted an alien, only he
                   couldn't get it back through
                   quarantine.  But if we were impregnated
                   ...whatever you call it...and then
                   frozen for the trip back at just
                   the right time...then nobody would
                   know about the embryos we were carrying.
                   We and Newt.

        Ripley glances at the little girl, a frail figure
        sitting nearby, hugging her knees and watching the
        proceedings with somber eyes.  She is all but lost in
        an adult jacket someone has found for her, and her still
        damp hair is plastered to her forehead and cheeks.

                                  HICKS
                   Wait a minute.  We'd know about it.

                                  RIPLEY
                   The only way it would work is if
                   he sabotaged certain freezers
                   on the trip back.  Then he could
                   jettison the bodies and make up
                   any story he liked.

                                  HUDSON
                   Fuuuck!  He's dead.
                          (to Burke)
                   You're dogmeat, pal.

                                  BURKE
                   This is total paranoid delusion.
                   It's pitiful.

                                  RIPLEY
                          (wearily)
                   You know, Burke, I don't know
                   which species is worse.  You don't
                   see them screwing each other over
                   for a fucking percentage.

                                  HICKS
                          (serious)
                   Let's waste him.
                          (to Burke)
                   No offense.

        Ripley shakes her head, the rage giving way to a
        sickened emptiness.

                                  RIPLEY
                   Just find someplace to lock him
                   up until it's time to --

        THE LIGHTS GO OUT.  Everyone stops in the sudden darkness,
        realizing instinctively it is a new escalation in the
        struggle.  Hicks looks at the board.  Everything is out.
        Doors.  Video screens.

                                  RIPLEY
                   They cut the power.

                                  HUDSON
                   What do you mean, they cut the
                   power?  How could they cut the
                   power, man?  They're animals.

        Ripley picks up her rifle and thumbs off the safety.

                                  RIPLEY
                   Newt!  Stay close.
                          (to the others)
                   Let's get some trackers going.
                   Come on, get moving.  Gorman, watch
                   Burke.

        Hudson and Vasquez pick up their scanners and move to
        the door.  Vasquez has to slide it open manually on its
        track.

        INT. CORRIDOR                                           147

        The two troopers separate and move rapidly to the
        barriers at opposite ends of the control block.

        DOLLYING WITH VASQUEZ as she moves forward with feral
        steps in the darkness.

        ON HUDSON  scanning the med lab and the nearby barrier.

                                  RIPLEY
                          (voice over)
                   Anything?

        BEEP.  Hudson's tracker lights up, a faint signal.

                                  HUDSON
                   There's something.

        He pans it around.  Back down the corridor.  It beep
        again, louder.

                                  HUDSON
                   It's inside the complex.

                                  VASQUEZ
                          (voice over)
                   You're just reading me.

                                  HUDSON
                   No.  No!  It ain't you.  They're
                   inside.  Inside the perimeter.
                   They're in here.

                                  RIPLEY
                   Hudson, stay cool.  Vasquez?

        ANGLE ON VASQUEZ  swinging her tracker and rifle together.
        She aims it behind her.  BEEP.

                                  VASQUEZ
                          (cool)
                   Hudson may be right.

        INT. OPERATIONS                                         148

        Ripley and Hicks share a look..."here we go."

                                  HICKS
                          (low)
                   It's game time.

                                  RIPLEY
                   Get back here, both of you.  Fall
                   back to Operations.

        INT. CORRIDOR                                           149

        Hudson backtracks nervously, peering all around.  He
        looks stretched to the limit.

                                  HUDSON
                   This signal's weird...must be
                   some interference or something.
                   There's movement all over the
                   place...

                                  RIPLEY
                          (voice over)
                   Just get back here!

        Hudson reaches the door to operations at a run, a
        moment before Vasquez.  They pull the door shut and
        lock it.

        INT. OPERATIONS                                         150

        Hudson joins Ripley and Hicks, who are laying out their
        armament.  Flamethrowers.  Grenades.  M-41A magazines.
        Hudson's tracker beeps.  Then again.  The tone continues
        through the SCENE, its rhythm increasing.

                                  HUDSON
                   Movement!  Signal's clean.

        He pans the scanner.  Stops.  The range display reads
        out, counting down.

                                  HUDSON
                   Range twenty meters.

                                  RIPLEY
                          (to Vasquez)
                   Seal the door.

        Vasquez picks up a hand-welder and moves to comply.

                                  HUDSON
                   Seventeen meters.

                                  HICKS
                   Let's get these things lit.

        He hands one flamethrower to Ripley and begins priming
        the other himself.  It lights with a muffled POP.
        Ripley's lights a moment later.  Sparks shower around
        Vasquez as she begins welding the door.  Hudson's tracker
        is beeping like mad now, as fast as their hearts.

                                  RIPLEY
                   They learned.  They cut the power
                   and avoided the guns.  They must
                   have found another way in, something
                   we missed.

                                  HICKS
                   We didn't miss anything.

                                  HUDSON
                   Fifteen meters.

                                  RIPLEY
                   I don't know, an acid hole in
                   a duct.  Something under the
                   floors, not on the plans.
                   I don't know!

        She picks up Vasquez' scanner and aims it the same
        direction as Hudson's.

                                  HUDSON
                   Twelve meters.  Man, this is a big
                   fucking signal.  Ten meters.

                                  RIPLEY
                   They're right on us.  Vasquez,
                   how you doing?

        Vasquez is heedlessly showering herself with molten metal
        as she welds the door shut.  Working like a demon.

                                  HUDSON
                   Nine meters.  Eight.

                                  RIPLEY
                   Can't be.  That's inside the room!

                                  HUDSON
                   It's readin' right.  Look!

        Ripley fiddles with her tracker, adjusting the tuning.

                                  HICKS
                   Well you're not reading it right!

                                  HUDSON
                   Six meters.  Five.  What the fu --

        He looks at Ripley.  It dawns on both of them at the same
        time.  She feels a cold premonitory dread as she angles
        her tracker upward to the ceiling, almost overhead.  The
        tone gets louder.

        Hicks climbs onto a file cabinet and raises a panel of
        acoustic drop-ceiling.  He shines his light inside.

        HICKS' P.O.V.                                           151

        A soul-wrenching nightmare image.  Moving in the beam of
        light are aliens.  Lots of aliens.  They are crawling
        like bats, upside down, clinging to the pipes and beams
        of the structural ceiling, not touching the flimsy
        acoustic panels.  They glisten hideously as they claw
        their way forward in silence.  They cover the ceiling
        of the operations room.  The inner sanctum is utterly
        violated.

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1. Pacing - The ticking clock.

Cameron uses a classic film technique to build tension and suspense. With the countdown of the tracking sensors, the audience braces themselves for the last tick of the bomb.

2. Coverage - The intentional misdirection used by Cameron to guide the audience visually.

We never get a real glimpse of the ceiling, always in soft focus and just out of frame as Cameron shoots with the ceiling mostly out of view of the frame. When we do see the ceiling, it is in a very soft focus.

3. Misdirection - Cameron’s deliberate misdirection.

Cameron guides us into focusing on the doorway. Outside in the hallway, the sealing of the doors, the backing away from the door by all of the characters, and the shots of the door from their point of view. When we realize they are in the ceiling, it is more shocking than a sudden surprise as we feel betrayed somehow from our safety net.

I hope you enjoyed this breakdown of Aliens and the use of visual language to control your audience. Next time you set out to shoot your film, think of ways you can control and guide your audience visually and with pacing.

Come back soon for a study on Steven Spielberg’s E.T. - The Extra Terrestrial. You can see more scene study and breakdowns in my blogs VISUAL LANGUAGE section here.

“What are you gonna do, talk the alien to death?” - James Cameron

Discussion

9 comments for “VISUAL LANGUAGE - Aliens”

  1. VISUAL LANGUAGE - Aliens |…

    I first got the idea and inspiration to break this down after I worked 1st AD for Producer Mark Johnson and Director Tim Hyten’s latest film “O2“, a science fiction thriller/drama that was filmed on the stages at Laurel Canyon Studios. We shot fo…

    Posted by Blogsvine | June 1, 2008, 8:06 pm
  2. Cameron’s suffered from the same critisism that Spielberg endured for most of his career. That some how commercialism and artistry are mutualy exlusive. This scene from Aliens proves that Cameron is a skilled craftsman and a gifted storyteller. I would put this scene up against anything Hitchcock directed. Another director whose talent wasn’t fully appreciated until the very end of his life. In fact I’d be very surprised if Cameron wasn’t thinking about Hitchcock when he directed Aliens. I think Hitchcock explained the ticking clock theory best in the following excerpt.

    Hitchcock: There is a distinct difference between “suspense” and “surprise,” and yet many pictures continually confuse the two. I’ll explain what I mean.

    We are now having a very innocent little chat. Let’s suppose that there is a bomb underneath this table between us. Nothing happens, and then all of a sudden, “Boom!” There is an explosion. The public is surprised, but prior to this surprise, it has seen an absolutely ordinary scene, of no special consequence. Now, let us take a suspense situation. The bomb is underneath the table and the public knows it, probably because they have seen the anarchist place it there. The public is aware the bomb is going to explode at one o’clock and there is a clock in the decor. The public can see that it is a quarter to one. In these conditions, the same innocuous conversation becomes fascinating because the public is participating in the scene. The audience is longing to warn the characters on the screen: “You shouldn’t be talking about such trivial matters. There is a bomb beneath you and it is about to explode!”

    In the first case we have given the public fifteen seconds of surprise at the moment of the explosion. In the second we have provided them with fifteen minutes of suspense. The conclusion is that whenever possible the public must be informed. Except when the surprise is a twist, that is, when the unexpected ending is, in itself, the highlight of the story.

    Posted by filmfan | June 2, 2008, 10:55 am
  3. Great, great lesson, man. I love your analysis, im learning a lot. keep them coming!

    hi from spain

    Joan.

    Posted by sardinilla | June 4, 2008, 4:38 pm
  4. Thank you for the comments! I am happy you enjoyed it !

    John

    Posted by Hud | June 6, 2008, 8:11 am
  5. As a filmmaker, you can never stop learning and these are great lessons… MORE PLEASE!

    Posted by iguana45 | June 9, 2008, 9:41 am
  6. One of my fav films and most watched movies in my collection… Love your scene breakdown.
    It would be amazing if you did more on aliens, particularly the climatic 20 mins….
    Tanx from rainy Ireland
    Padriag

    Posted by CAMERON1981 | June 13, 2008, 7:53 am
  7. Great analysis. I appreciate the work you put into the breakdown of these scenes, and look forward to more.

    Posted by Hobbs23 | June 27, 2008, 4:38 pm
  8. These breakdowns help me so much its insane, like i was previously stuck in the matrix. my eyes are even more open now. please breakdown Road Warrior!

    Posted by MattHarris | July 1, 2008, 1:50 pm
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