That is what happened when you get used to modern tv shoes, doom-scrolling on social media, and immediate gratification in general: anything older than 2010 feels super slow.
Alien is my official brainrot-ometer. If you start fidgeting and going "ohhh my gawwwwwd these old films are so slooooow" before the chestburster, you may be cooked.
Also a good example of how hyper-optimised physiques are in films and media in general and the standards that produces. While I'm sure Ripley's underwear scene caused a fuzzy section on a million VHS tapes at the time, my (female, borderline zoomer) cousin, who failed the boredom test before almost falling off the sofa when the chestburster appeared, said "oh wow, actresses then had such ordinary, girl-next-door bodies!". Mind-boggling.
