All those moments will be lost in time…like tears in rain…time to die.–dying replicant Roy Batty
It’s been raining non-stop in Los Angeles and the sky surely seems like it is crying and the inhabitants have no idea what to do.
I took a walk in the rain and ran into this beautiful, new yet old building which felt both small and big. Do you recognize it? These lovely set of stairs are from the set of the dystopian film noir “Blade Runner”. One of my all-time favorite films ever. It is such a tiny space, really. Yet, this film had a big impact.
I grew up on television. I grew up watching movies that transported into a whole other world and into a whole other reality. I often think to my self, “well who hasn’t utilized film or television to live in another reality?” But unbelievably, to me, there are many people out there who don’t watch any films or television shows. But that is neither here or there. I have digressed right from the start of my piece. And no, that is not a first for me.
Now, I will go straight to the point. I didn’t get the chance to watch Blade Runner until college. I was shocked that I had lived for so long, without that knowledge. It was the only movie Rutger Hauer displayed real acting skills. And it came primarily at the end of the movie. But that is neither here nor there.
The movie was wonderful in its depiction of a rag-tag, sad world where people were running for their lives and they were those that had to catch those poor, running souls. Specifically, in case you have never had the great fortune of catching Blade Runner (narrated vs Director cut), it was based on Philip K. Dick’s novel “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?,” and directed by Ridley Scott (who did Aliens). Harrison Ford (yes, he did more than Star Wars and Indiana Jones) played the character of Rick Deckard, who was a hired “blade runner”. He was a cop who had to hunt down and kill rogue androids known as replicants. I loved the bright lights. I loved the tall buildings. I love the world on the ground. I would have given anything to have been a rogue android. There was a kinectic energy to it that spoke to my New York soul. When I was in Tokyo, I felt a bit like I was in the middle of Blade Runner. Perhaps that is why I loved Japan so much and would go back there in a heartbeat.
I have always loved that movie. And today, I love it even more. Why? Because even though harrison Ford is Harrison Ford and thus could be thought of as the hero of the film, there were no clear heroes. There were no clear lines to be drawn between right and wrong. Its an old film, that feels a bit new these days. “More human than human“. That was the motto (tag line) of the replicant company. Doesn’t that seem to fit in with our times? We live in a post-truth, alternative-facts world. Facts are in the eye of the beholder. Maybe some of the individuals out there are already replicants?