“There may be no more wonderful sight throughout this cacophonous saga than that of Cameron’s first and greatest action-babe muse, Sigourney Weaver, flipping on the lights of a research base with a cigarette dangling from her lips, not simply because it conjures memories of Aliens, but because it’s a rare instance in which gee-whiz digi-fanfare seems less the be-all, end-all than a complementary device in harmony with Cameron’s human participants.”
