ALIEN RESURRECTION It started out, under Ridley Scott, as a horror film in space. James Cameron, in the sequel, turned it into an apocalyptic war movie. The David Fincher version was a rather arty passion play in which Ripley martyred herself to save the world. And where does ""Alien Resurrection'' take us? Mighty close to camp. Under the reins of Jean-Pierre Jeunet (""Delicatessen''), the franchise has lost none of its taste for acid-spewing, flesh-impaling, entrail-dripping gore. But the tone has changed, as has Sigourney Weaver's mighty Ripley. Brought back to life after 200 years, having given birth to an alien, Ripley seems to have acquired superhuman powers and a new, bitterly sardonic lease on life. ""I heard you ran into these things before,'' notes a terrified crewman on the latest spaceship of fools. ""So, like, what did you do?'' ""I died,'' quips Ripley.
That's typical of Joss Whedon's tersely tongue-in-cheek script, which wisely doesn't ask us to take anything too seriously. You really don't need to be told the plot, other than to say that once again all yucky hell breaks loose in space. Among the potential alien hors d'oeuvres are Winona Ryder, Ron Perlman and Dan Hedaya. If this is your cup of slime, this jauntily gruesome installment won't disappoint.
FLUBBER Phillip Brainard (Robin Williams) is a hapless professor who's so obsessed with his inventions that he keeps forgetting to show up at his own wedding. Then he creates a hyperkinetic rubber called flubber and suddenly he's thwarting villains, winning basketball games and saving his rinky-dinky college, as well as his love life. Les Mayfield's ""Flubber''--a remake of 1961's ""The Absent-Minded Professor''--is a cute, well-meaning, but ultimately disappointing movie. Williams, an enormously busy actor these days, seems tired here--and so does a lot of the slapstick. Having said all that, children will likely find the goo irresistible as it ricochets and mambos. If only the movie itself had so much spunk--""Flubber'' bounces but it never flies.