When asked how she knows all this world shattering information is correct, she replies;
“I don’t–it’s what I choose to believe.”
Ah–right. Ok. That’s what her Dad said, remember? To shut her up when she asked awkward questions? It’s a classic. It’s right up there with ‘because.’
Henry Rothwell’s review of Prometheus really hammers home how much I hate that element of the film. It’s a slow-burning hate that might come to overwhelm how pretty I thought it was.