‘Alien: Romulus’ review: Fan Service Summer continues
A confession: Long before Alien: Romulus, I’ve not been much for Fede Álvarez’s brand of horror. His reboot of Evil Dead was so grisly that I saw a colleague who deeply loves a good scary movie flee the theater in revulsion. His Texas Chainsaw Massacre was likewise dripping with buckets of blood and viscera, as was his 2016 original thriller Don’t Breathe. It’s not the gore alone that put me off, but more how it heightened a bleakness so intense it might well steal your breath. It seems he revels in seeing his heroes suffer, providing little hope to his audience they’ll find a way out of it. That knocks the fun out of horror for me. This suffocating grimness soured me on Álvarez’s work. Frankly, I approached his spin on the Alien franchise with dread, even though I’ve relished this freaky franchise’s blend of body horror and alien terror for decades. But I was wrong to doubt him. To his credit — and to producer Ridley Scott’s as well — Álvarez’s signature stomach-churning violence and deeply …