I blame Canada.
We were on a family vacation when a young David, up past midnight with his sister, saw this sci-fi classic for the first time.
One moment John Hurt is doggedly shoveling in food, which you do after having seemingly recovered from an up-close-and-personal meeting with a face-hugging interstellar creature.
Who knew, back in a time before internet spoilers, that we were about to witness a seminal gross-out moment?
Bless you, Ridley Scott, for forever scarring my eyeballs and making me think that anytime my chest hurts even slightly that it’s all about to go really, really wrong.