There’s still something very special about going to the cinema. Much like going to a rave you’ve been excited about for months, there’s an air of anticipation and expectation that you’re going to be transported somewhere else for a few hours. Somewhere magical.
Last night I was transported to one of the most beautiful, striking and astonishing places I’ve ever been and I’m still trying to make sense of it all today. Blade Runner 2049 is the sequel that most fans of the original Blade Runner, weren’t sure they even wanted or needed.
More than three decades on from Ridley Scott’s genre-defining original, French-Canadian director Denis Villeneuve, of Arrival and Sicario fame, has brought forward a new take on a dystopian society and it’s one that sets the bar for any filmmaker trying to do same from now on.
We all know and love the original. Harrison Ford’s moody, to-the-point Deckard, a beaten member of law-enforcement set out to retire the Replicants, is a role that’s come to define the actor and along with Vangelis’ score and Scott’s insane vision, Blade Runner became a film referenced for generations.