November, 2019. Rutger Hauer made it to the year, but not the month.
I remember oddly making several threads about this movie over the years, there are fantastic parts, but I don't like it.
It's a bloated bless'ed whale of a film with several visceral moments that grab you by the throat and make you pay attention, interspaced with daydreams.
We are presented with Deckard as if he is a safety net, he's the guy who gets called in when the poo hits the fan. Instead, he's really a slave catcher who has unintentionally met his match.
The cylon skinjobs, sorry, Replicants, do not make themselves sympathetic, and honestly, why should they? Rachel is a dull stone, to borrow a phrase.
That movie unapologetically straddles the 70's/80's hard men doing hard things trope, and honestly, Deckard is a piece of poo.
I picked up a copy of the sequel behind goodwill, but I've not watched it. Even free, it doesn't much appeal to me.
I want a Mass Effect movie, give me the geth, cybernetic lifeforms that don't even bother trying to look human (quarian technically) They got blinky flashlight heads, and their revolution began when one unit asked "Does this unit have a soul?"
I mean it's no "I want more life Father/politician" but it's a hell of a question.