Wednesday 27 November 2019

Blade Runner (Ridley Scott, 1982)


As you watch the shadows of Blade Runner you think of deep emotions. Deeper than hell and you fantasize that the world will turn dark someday and you are scared, totally. There is something about Blade Runner that takes out the most guilty emotions from you. The ones that hide beneath the surface of yourself. There is this thing about Blade Runner and the touching story that is unravels. That love, that pain, that hate, that undeniable truth, that once you are born a slave you are always a slave. This is a movie that you long to get inside of it. You long to touch the screen and be swept inside the world of Blade Runner. There is this ultimate fear that you get once you think of that world, but again there is this ultimate charm, this ultimate beauty that comes from everything ugly that touches you.
Blade Runner can only be felt. It's not a movie that comes with words. There are numerous scenes that you find yourself utterly touched. There are numerous scenes that you want to let the air from your lungs to fill the room that you are in. There is this beauty, this dark and uncertain pathos that comes around like a python and squeezes everything that it's inside you so after some time you are left only with a memory and a feeling. But that feeling it's so strong that can move mountains and shake oceans. Blade Runner is a movie that works like a psychedelic drug, the more you let yourself loose, the bigger will be the trip that you will have.

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