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I discover Blade Runner
Oct. 30th, 2007 12:27 amYes, I am that bizarre scifi junkie who has never seen Blade Runner.
Until tonight. They have rereleased the director's cut in the most awesome cinema in town, the one with the huge huge screen and red curtains and so myself and Mr. Mousie went.
Blade Runner, based on a Philip K. Dick story, is a 1982 Ridley Scott movie, (according to imdb) summarized thus: in Los Angeles, 2019, Rick Deckard is a Blade Runner, a cop who specialises in terminating replicants, artifical intelligence indistinguishable from humans. Originally in retirement, he is forced to re-enter the force when four replicants escape from an offworld colony to Earth. OK, to sum it up thus is to say that Lord of the Rings is a movie about a bunch of short guys with a jewelry fetish.
My God. MY GOD.
It's a feverish dark dream, both a scifi film noir and a meditation on what it means to be human and even (if you want to read it that way) an essay in atheism. It's also strikingly beautiful and visceral. This is the movie that reminded me why movies are made and what they can be: make you think and make you feel and change you. I was literally shivering when it was done and Mr. Mousie and I spent the last hour discussing it. I have also finally understood why people loved Harrison Ford. I mean, I liked him OK, but never got the fuss (except for Star Wars, but it's Star Wars, you know. It's a special case). But here, it was if I was suddenly woken up to his vulnerability and intensity, and desperate charm. I adored him. But the movie was stolen, for me, by Rutger Hauer and Darryl Hannah, replicants Roy and Pris.
( Long ramble )
It's the best scifi movie I've ever seen. I am still shaking. And I must see it again.
MV for it:
Until tonight. They have rereleased the director's cut in the most awesome cinema in town, the one with the huge huge screen and red curtains and so myself and Mr. Mousie went.
Blade Runner, based on a Philip K. Dick story, is a 1982 Ridley Scott movie, (according to imdb) summarized thus: in Los Angeles, 2019, Rick Deckard is a Blade Runner, a cop who specialises in terminating replicants, artifical intelligence indistinguishable from humans. Originally in retirement, he is forced to re-enter the force when four replicants escape from an offworld colony to Earth. OK, to sum it up thus is to say that Lord of the Rings is a movie about a bunch of short guys with a jewelry fetish.
My God. MY GOD.
It's a feverish dark dream, both a scifi film noir and a meditation on what it means to be human and even (if you want to read it that way) an essay in atheism. It's also strikingly beautiful and visceral. This is the movie that reminded me why movies are made and what they can be: make you think and make you feel and change you. I was literally shivering when it was done and Mr. Mousie and I spent the last hour discussing it. I have also finally understood why people loved Harrison Ford. I mean, I liked him OK, but never got the fuss (except for Star Wars, but it's Star Wars, you know. It's a special case). But here, it was if I was suddenly woken up to his vulnerability and intensity, and desperate charm. I adored him. But the movie was stolen, for me, by Rutger Hauer and Darryl Hannah, replicants Roy and Pris.
( Long ramble )
It's the best scifi movie I've ever seen. I am still shaking. And I must see it again.
MV for it:
