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| Introduction |
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| Film noir |
| Two versions |
| A theory |
| Dick in spirit |
| Characters |
| Key scenes |
| The replicants |
| Onthology |
| Ending |
| Second skin |
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Blade Runner's view is not the aggression of
the unusual, but the exaltation of its beauty (albeit a deceitful one).
Mesmerized, the spectators assist to the show of wonders that awaits them
in the near future: aerial views of an infinite and glittering urban landscape,
vehicles rising up skyscrapers, huge flaming chimneys and other Pharaonic
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In
the film's opening sequence, this whole fantastic
landscape is mirrored and devoured by the gelid blue surface of a gigantic
eye, indifferent (we suspect) to such magnificence. |
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To watch Blade Runner
is to enter a whole new world, both wondrous and nightmarish, where its
vision of a future not so distant from us blurs its limits with the distrophy
of an alternative underground reality that the cinematography aesthetics
has managed to conjure, letting it crawl into our own world with its allegorical
and transforming power.
This film, directed
by Ridley Scott in 1982, and based upon the Philip K. Dicks novel "Do Androids
Dream of Electric Sheep?", has become an acknowledged classic of our time
having paved its way to the US Congress film archives, and put words such
as "postmodernism" and "cyberpunk" into our mouths.
Before achieving
this level of recognition the film would come a long way, along which it
gained the admiration of a legion of fans, as well as the respect from
critics and intellectuals, overlapping the initial incomprehension from
an important portion of the audience and the media. Even prior to this,
skirmishes during the production that was witnessing important differences
between the director and the producers, the leading actor and director,
and also the discarding and changing of several scripts. Ridley Scott
would later bring out the original edition in his "Director's Cut", released
in 1992.
The final outcome,
which is no other than the lasting impression that this suggestive prophecy
that the audience has been left with (no matter which version they may
have seen), proves that Blade Runner, besides being based on solid creative
arguments, has incorporated the mark of certain fortuitous circumstances
which are by now not only a part of the film's legend, but also of its
own personality.
Blade Runner has
been considered by many to be a cult film, partly due to its charm of futuristic
design, as complex as coherent, where the perspective is not the aggression
of the unusual, but the exaltation of its beauty (albeit a deceitful one).
Mesmerized, the spectators
assist to the show of wonders that awaits them in the near future: aerial
views of an infinite and glittering urban landscape, vehicles rising up
skyscrapers, huge flaming chimneys and other Pharaonic constructions.
In the film's opening
sequence this whole fantastic landscape is mirrored and devoured by the
gelid blue surface of a gigantic eye, indifferent (we suspect) to such
magnificence. The image itself thoroughly expresses the paradox of a story
of which it takes little time to unveil the truth of this world. A world
completely opposed to that greatness, and counterfeit by mankind's complacency
towards its own voracity.
In this reality
hidden behind an apparent splendour, man has become contented with the
fact that nature has been devastated and that he is living among a rapacious
culture's waste in the womb of an ethically abominable society. Beauty
and decadence confound one another in Blade Runner, and this combination
seduces us in a curious manner, involving us in the film's message.
Further, the set
up is serious enough, as well as embracing and profound enough to have
a moving effect on the audience, exposing such universal problems as identity,
the purpose of existing and the perception of reality, which have the same
importance in 2019, when the film's action takes place, as in our own time. |
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©
1998 © 1999 Jose Leal. All rights reserved.
English language consultant: Janet Taylor. |