I recently watched Alien for the first time, and while I was largely familiar with the movie’s general plot arc, I was still pleasantly surprised that one major twist had not been revealed to me! Let me be the three-millionth person to say: This movie is so, so good. (Also, I cannot imagine how terrifying it would have been to see it in a movie theater in 1979 without any real awareness of just how scary it would be.)
In any case, one thing the crew of the Nostromo are not gonna do is fuck or even be remotely romantically interested in each other, because right as they are awoken from their age-preserving slumber many years early, they are immediately thrown into a confusing-at-best, fatally-corrupt-at-worst space investigation. The two women on the crew, Ripley (Sigourney Weaver) and Lambert (Veronica Cartwright), only talk about ship business and attempting to not get eaten by the titular alien. Forty-year-late spoiler alert: That doesn’t work out for Lambert.
This movie is of course not a perfect exemplar of feminism: Shortly before Ripley manages to shoot the alien deep into outer space, she thinks she is alone on her escape pod and wanders around with very skimpy underpants slung uncomfortably low on her hips, showing what I imagine the studio deemed to be a tasteful amount of buttcrack. Ridley Scott had to film the 20-something Weaver being casually sexy, at least for a brief moment, it seems—but as a woman and, more importantly, an underwear-wearer, I simply wanted to yell “pull your panties up!!” —Nora Biette-Timmons
Note: This one is specifically named in the Dykes to Watch Out For comic strip from which the Bechdel test originated.