After my usual run of posts about dogs, weather, and country life, followed by a protracted foray into the world of fiction, for some reason, I got to thinking about ‘Blade Runner’ again.
I may have said before, but I really like this film. If I did a list, (and I don’t) it would be on it, and very near the top too. I have met people who don’t rate this film, and some who don’t actually like it. I suppose I could do a review of it. It would be about 3,000 words, and full of film and cinema terminology, appraisals of scenes, and comments about what a marvellous director Ridley Scott is. But that has been done, and done better than I could ever do. There have been volumes written about this film, as well as numerous cuts made available, with or without the infamous narration.
Sometimes, a film just works. It might have a so-so cast, a story bordering on the silly, and production values that leave much to be desired. But it works. And Blade Runner has none of these drawbacks. It has a brilliant director, a great cast, a large budget, imaginative sets, and a compelling story. The script is sparing, and all the better for it, and it is full of good ideas, or good developments of old ideas. It is a futuristic sci-fi film but nothing happens outside of a recognisable earthbound setting. If you have not seen it by now, then the chances are that you are under 21, or just never intend to watch it.
So why do I like it so much? I will list the reasons why. (People love lists)
Replicants. Not a new idea, but the best realisation of an old one.
The Voight-Kampff test machine. Just wonderful.
The origami animals. Inspired.
Language. Lots of people look Japanese or Chinese in the USA of the future. And they speak an amazing mixed-up language. I want to learn it.
Flying cars. They look like Citroens, and they fly. I want one.
Sean Young. Sultry, amazing. A retro throwback to glamorous women.
Daryl Hannah. The complete opposite. Replicant, athletic, and still very sexy, even with a black stripe painted across her face.
Joanna Cassidy. Mature and sexy as hell. Stripping snake charmer of a ‘certain age.’ What’s not to like there?
Accelerated Decrepitude. J.F. Sebastian suffers from this. One of the best made-up diseases ever.
J.F. Sebastian’s spooky mechanical companions. I want one.
The Tyrell Corporation. The coolest name for a scary, all-powerful corporation ever. Say it Tie-Rell.
Eldon Tyrell. Have you seen his glasses?
The weather in Los Angeles. (In 2019, apparently) Almost always raining. A lot like Beetley.
Harrison Ford. Yes, even him. He looks tired enough, and fed up enough, to be completely believable.
The replicant owl. An owl that looks real, but is a machine. I’ll take one.
Rutger Hauer. Born to play Roy Batty. The replicant with a soul.
Roy Batty’s final monologue. “Time to Die”, etc. Poetic.
There you have it. Five hundred words on why I love this film. If you haven’t seen it, you have no idea what you’ve missed. And if you have seen it, and didn’t like it. Oh well…