I could have stomached it were it not for it's disrespect for continuity. Apparently you can go from egg to face hugger to chest burster to adult in minutes in the Paul WS Anderson world. And there were no compelling characters. No Ripley. No Dallas. No Hicks. No Bishop. No Charles S. Dutton bible-verse spewing religious nut. The characters are what made the Alien flicks so engrossing. The suspense was simply the glue that bound it together.