One Paragraph Movie Review: Blade Runner

Forty-sixth film: Blade Runner. BLADE RUNNER, YOU GUYS. The first time it was because my ex-boyfriend was obsessed with it. The second time it was because my Mapping The Postmodern lecturer was obsessed with it. And this time — the movie being set in November 2019 and all — I spent a lot of it obsessively comparing imagined 2019 technology to actual 2018 technology. Result: Flying cars and manufactured snakes are overdue, but photograph analysis equipment has come a long way. Harrison Ford is gruff and wooden in the appealing way only he can acceptably be, and Sean Young plays herself: a robot pretending to have emotions. And Rutger Hauer? Rutger is utter perfection, like tears or bike shorts in rain. I hate the final scene and merely tolerate four fifths of the soundtrack, but I love, love, love this movie. Four and three-quarter plastic orb instant stripper hair dryers out of five.