Stars: Harrison Ford, Rutger Hauer, Sean Young, Edward James Olmos, Joe Turkel, Daryl Hannah, William Sanderson, Brion James, Joanna Cassidy, James Hong.
Director: Ridley Scott
Screenplay: David Webb Peoples & Hampton Fancher.
Neon, shadow, night, androids, humanity. Blade Runner is more of a feeling than a film or rather I always have the same feeling until with each viewing it reveals something new to me. That makes no sense. What also makes no sense is that I categorise this as my favourite film—even name my review sight after it—but there are parts of this movie that I don't really like; that is until this screening, finally this film feels complete and whole, every part just as important than the last part.
The first glimpse of a person is an eye, an eye that is reflecting what it sees. An eye that is experiencing this world in its own unique way, ever different from any other. That eye is connected to a soul who takes what it sees and stores it, it stores it for itself and can choose who to share that moment with. But really everything that eye sees is only for that soul and for those moments to be lost is a sad thing indeed, it means that that person is no longer there to experience it or share it with someone else. Mortality is cruel, but mortality is what makes us all human; our time is short but those moments can fill lifetimes.
The central struggle here is humanity and the instinct to survive, have that time of survival having meaning, and fear our ultimate end. Deckard (Harrison Ford) experiences humanity through his own eyes but what he is seeing is not his experience but the experience of a man who has invited him to see his last moments. Batty (Rutger Hauer) is as human, mortal as the rest of us but his time was always meant to be short, his experiences limited, and his life ultimately unimportant. But what he gets from his short life is more humanity than the man who is invited to watch and admire.
Blade Runner is a tricky one, the idea is simple, the theories are endless, the direction is flawless, the score is tonal, the understanding of consent is murky, and your attention span can only take so much. I have struggled to focus, and my main struggle has been with Batty. For some reason even if he is the most interesting figure I have failed to fall into his allure until now. All I can say is I blame myself. I think this film has a maturity that I have never been that comfortable with, instead focusing on the easy instead of the complex. Rachael (Sean Young) is easy to invest in, Deckard's investigation is easy to follow, Pris (Daryl Hannah) is easy to love, J.F. Sebastian (William Sanderson) is easy to care for, but Batty holds the soul that I did not notice he was holding.
I love this film today, but I know I will love this film better... in time.