One of my favourite things in life, along with y'know, breathing... a functioning central nervous system, dat stuff.
Let us focus on the luxuries though.
Actually gots a big bunch of Kenner's '92 Aliens stuff back home, never opened them for some reason or another. So it's a first for me. In most ways, you open one early nineties Kenner fig, you open them all. Mind blowing stuff it ain't.
Alright, anyone that paid attention to the movie Aliens probably noticed Lance Henriksen didn't sport super-imposed sunglasses or a cybernetic scalp. Perhaps Kenner sent Mr. Henriksen a letter of apology stating they just didn't believe his face could support an action-figure on it's own.
That's just this line for you, they played around with the Aliens characters and universe - no holds barred. It's an absolute crack up.
Okay, Bish-man wasn't really designed for carting around heavy ordnance either, but let's not have the facts stand in the way of pure cool. Not hard to see at this point that Aliens Marine figures weren't built for busting into kung fu poses and the like, they're pretty much set to stand around in pre-posed form with maybe a single 'action feature' purpose.
We get a bit more of a kicker for this synthetic human though...
Ah, joyousness. I love figures with snap-off-injury/blast apart designs.
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| "I get knocked down but I get up again" |
Bonus - gatling gun arm replacement, can't scoff at that.
So yeh, he does what a figure needs to do. Nuthin'more. Just watch Bishies grip on that brittle plastic gat-gun handle. My unopened one is broke in packet.
Y'know, in an ideal world every figure's playability would be enhanced by incorporating spilt milk.
Apone In The Dark...
While I'm coating action-figures in breakfast foods its tempting to pour cereal over my next figure and leave it at that, but I ain't wasting Coco-pops. It's the only damn cereal I have!
I'm a grown-up.
Oh, brother - this one gez me every time. They mention - "right arm now bio-mechanical".
Weeell, considering Apones dead he might kinda' need a bio-mechanical everything.
Ut oh, there's more...
Sarge's action-feature pales in comparison to Bishop's pretty seriously. He has a meek swivel spring-waist, and the idea is that this be utilized to throw his wibbly-wubber grenades around. Actually they're 'Mega Grenades', but 'wibbly-wubber' describes they're soft composition infinitely better. I can't pretend to know what Kenner was doing with the soft rubber grenade thing. After all Corporal Hicks has a hard plastic missile launcher, so I'm sure it wasn't safety concerns.
No. It wasn't safety concerns. Good luck injuring anything with this one. Apone doesn't just throw like a girl, he throws like a girl T-rex. The grenades, if they don't casually fall over the back of Apone's arm, don't leave his hand at all.
Wow. THE two worst scenarios in any grenade throwing situation.
BANG. "Medic, we're gonna' need a whole lot more bio-mechanical arms over here!!"
Mmm, difficult to select a fave. Apone's just such a great character even if his figure features don't hold up next to synthy-poo. I think it's nice the designers didn't let a little death or movie accuracy stand in the way of embellishing the legend but good. Portraying the Marines as the authority on Xenomorph smack-down.
Hail to the King Alien...
Awright, one more, I'll be quick aboot it.
Aha, King Alien. See? There we are with some tale telling liberties. The Xenomorphs survive on a hive structured scheme, Queens, drones, workers whatever... Kings - not so much. Apparently a King Alien does exist in early Aliens role-playing games though, but let's not completely geek out here.
Maybe it just assimilated Elvis Presley's DNA.
It's one rather straight forward figure - cuts a pretty silhouette, and there is a variant version with bright green paint applications (I prefer w/out). One thing noticeably absent is the presence of a nasty-ass spiky tail.
Yay! Head-grabby-action feature thing, neat. The lack of tail does serve a purpose, basically there's a squishy rubber thorax in place, so Kingy can have acid squirty cuddles with his selected prey. Functions like a very basic squirt gun, so you can fill it with water, or cola, or urine, or an even mixture of the three. Boy, am I fulla' quality advice today.
It sorta' boggles the brain to reflect on HR Giger's initial material, and then how that dribbles thru the cracks to allow Kenner to poop out this material for the kids. Some folks was downright disgusted by the lack of movie accuracy associated with this line, but hey, it was play time. Children probably shouldn't be scoping out Aliens flicks in the first place.
Maybe we should just be grateful Kenner didn't go wild with fleuroescent paint jobs and cannisters of goo everywhere. (actually the goo woulda' worked superbly here).
Hoookay - my rambles reminded me I should check out 'Prometheus' one o' these days.
And while its completely unrelated to anything on this blog today, YOU should check out a film called 'Beasts of the Southern Wild', the only good piece of advice I'm likely to share this year. Stunning film.
Righto, as Private Hudson says, "Game over, man. Game over!"
"Running out of luck is okay sometimes. Helps build initiative." - Rihia2k.
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