Holee Shit, Blade Runner

[featherynscale]

I just saw the director's cut re-release of Blade Runner. I had not seen the film before (although I did read the story last year...) and every time I say that to somebody, they go, "WTF? You haven't seen Blade Runner? How could that be true? It's so very you!"

And, now that I've seen it, I had to ask myself "Holy shit! How could I have not seen this movie?". I mean, really, I've spent 25 years of my life having not seen Blade Runner, and it is so very very fucking me. It expresses practically the whole of my aesthetic preferences. It asks Probing Questions About What It Means To Be Human. It is chock full of moral ambiguity. You don't really know what happens to the hero and the heroine at the end. And, a guy fucks a robot(!!).

Anyway, I feel enriched by the experience.

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[cptchuck.livejournal.com]

I believe it is the most artistically beautiful science fiction film year to date. And, although, the book it is based on is "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep," as we see in the movie, they are flesh and blood creatures that have been genetically engineered to look, act and in every way perform the purpose for which they were designed. Nevertheless, the female "pleasure units" (e.g. "Pris" played by Daryl Hannah), for example, were made to exactly be like nymphomaniac whores, they just didn't have landing lights on their stomachs. The trouble is, they finally made a batch that were too smart. They were modern day Frankenstiien's monsters. So technically speaking, when Harrison Ford phucked Sean Young, she wasn't a robot, she was more of a "DNA salad bar."

-just me