Out of some masochistic, morbid curiosity, I was suckered into watching this on the big screen. Suckered by the 'rave' reviews, trailers and opinions of associates. For years, I mean years, I never, ever wanted a sequel. I never felt Blade Runner needed answers. If the movie seemed too ambiguous, than maybe, just maybe, that was its intention. Try reading the book. It's the same. What is Deckard? Phillip K. Dick never told us. The whole point to the story was to question what makes us human.
2049's attempt in answering this question, to me, robbed itself of what made the first movie, so good.
I did not walk into this movie expecting not to like it however. I put all my bias aside, and watched it with an open mind, a positive attitude, full of hope and wonder.
For me, the movie seemed too clean, too digitised, almost sanitised of the rich, tangible atmosphere that made the first movie so real.
I never really felt for K. Ryan Gosling was, well...Ryan Gosling. Its obviously just me, but his acting does nothing to make me care for this character. Harrison Ford's burnt out, old version of Deckard, also did nothing for me.
Jared Leto was as hollow and pretentious as expected.
Phillip K. Dick never followed up on his book, because everything you needed to know, and the point of the story, was right there inside.
For all its details, 2049's execution left me uninspired, unmoved and care-free.
Even the visuals never grabbed me. As stylised as they tried so hard to be, they did not detract from how I was left feeling, cold and empty.
K's virtual girlfriend, to me, epitomised the whole film. Empty, detached and without heart or soul.
I watched Blade Runner again on Blu-ray, just to make me feel better. I still get a lump in my throat at Roy Batty's dying words. And I still feel for Deckard and Rachel when they fall in love. Vangelis sounds as fresh today as ever. And the street scenes, in all their colourful, wet and grimy glory, sell to me, what the future is very much looking like being.
None of those emotions crossed over into the sequel, for me anyway.
2049's attempt in answering this question, to me, robbed itself of what made the first movie, so good.
I did not walk into this movie expecting not to like it however. I put all my bias aside, and watched it with an open mind, a positive attitude, full of hope and wonder.
For me, the movie seemed too clean, too digitised, almost sanitised of the rich, tangible atmosphere that made the first movie so real.
I never really felt for K. Ryan Gosling was, well...Ryan Gosling. Its obviously just me, but his acting does nothing to make me care for this character. Harrison Ford's burnt out, old version of Deckard, also did nothing for me.
Jared Leto was as hollow and pretentious as expected.
Phillip K. Dick never followed up on his book, because everything you needed to know, and the point of the story, was right there inside.
For all its details, 2049's execution left me uninspired, unmoved and care-free.
Even the visuals never grabbed me. As stylised as they tried so hard to be, they did not detract from how I was left feeling, cold and empty.
K's virtual girlfriend, to me, epitomised the whole film. Empty, detached and without heart or soul.
I watched Blade Runner again on Blu-ray, just to make me feel better. I still get a lump in my throat at Roy Batty's dying words. And I still feel for Deckard and Rachel when they fall in love. Vangelis sounds as fresh today as ever. And the street scenes, in all their colourful, wet and grimy glory, sell to me, what the future is very much looking like being.
None of those emotions crossed over into the sequel, for me anyway.
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