Blade Runner ★★★★★

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

This review may contain spoilers.

"If only you could see what I've seen with your eyes."

Blade Runner is one of my all-time favorite movies. On this latest viewing I realized that its vision of the future is now one year in our past. How tragic that none of its optimistic dreams of flying cars and off-world colonies came to be, while all the pessimistic expectations of corporate supremacy and dystopian urban dwelling are flourishing.

The film raises the types of questions of origin and identity that tend to stick with me. Questions that kind of haunt me every day. I often think of a web comic I came across that describes blissfully sweeping the floor, successfully avoiding the crushing existential dread of real life, briefly pausing to be overwhelmed by it, then recovering to resume sweeping.

I recently heard Dr. Cornell West, a positive influence in my life, say that part of Christian radicalism is coming to terms with our mortality and "learning to die every day." I really like that. It's a sort of a curse and blessing at the same time. A dialectic spiritualism perhaps that can be achieved over the course of a long life. Of course the replicants of the Blade Runner universe don't get that privilege and once they figure it out, they want first to get it, then after failing, to destroy their maker. I can't really blame them. The rebelliousness of youth endowed with all the advantages of adulthood. A dual gift and curse in its own way, but a righteous existence. The supreme being, really. Have I been created simply to be denied what I deserve? It's a valid question with an unacceptable answer. Any consciousness deserves better.