So what strikes a chord? Well, it's that this bitch from space is hungry for... oh, how shall I put this?... for man's essence. And I don't mean the great smell of Brut. Yep, galaxy girl wants to breed with earthlings, though finally she settles for sex with Alfred Molina (famous last post- coital words: "That was delightful"). What we're dealing with here is, of course, our old Freudian friend Vagina Denata, the sex organ that eats little boys up. Here's a babe who's beautiful, but bigger, stronger and deadlier than the male - all of which makes it okay for us to be introduced to her as a moppet about to have her playpen pumped full of cyanide. She's gagging from it and then she's gagging for it; either way, the movie whispers, she's a deceitful modern woman, tough on the outside, driven by her biological clock inside, a monster of conflicting, and castrating, demands.
Luckily, Species (below) is so inept it can be laughed at. Which is something: if it were any better it would a misogynist masterpiece rather than a camp classic. Book front row seats now.