Goddammit, I think I fall into the camp of people who just can't get into the pacing of this movie.

I wanted to like this so much more than I did. I'm sure my own expectations worked against me, even though I didn't know anything about the actual movie. Like, anything: as the opening credits were rolling, I said, "Harrison Ford's in this?"

All I've known about Bladerunner is that it is a buzzword when talking about Excellent and Paradigmatic Filmmaking™. I remember being shown a still of the interrogation scene with Holden in one of my film classes; that beautiful blue chiaroscuro is mesmerizing. I was all geared up for a narrative that matched the carefully-calculated and laborious visuals, and really, I think it was largely by my own volition that I ended up being letdown. I found Deckard's relationship with Rachael not only sorely underdeveloped (I mean? is it developed at all? maybe that's not the point but there was nothing that made me invested in either of them, so... am I NOT supposed to be invested?), but also problematic, and it just kind of made me feel very blasé.

I love science fiction and I love noir so this should've got me off real good but it just... I don't know, it didn't. That's okay. It was still really nice to look at, even though I'm not a big fan of incredibly darkly-lit films, overall. It never hurts to look at Harrison Ford. I just wasn't invested in any characters, and man, I missed like 90% of the Christ-imagery, apparently. I was definitely thinking about Frankenstein while watching this though... on top of a lot of other things, because my attention would just not stay still for this.

Mmm, I'm not sure. I think I'm struggling to rectify how much I expected to like this versus how I actually feel about it, so for now I'll settle with saying I'm glad I've seen it, I'm looking forward to the sequel, but I'm not sure I'll return to it again anytime soon.