The Road Warrior by way of Hieronymus Bosch. Insane dioramas of violence and color follow ocean deep buzz saws of sound cutting across bloodied shapes and pearlwhite teeth. An apocalyptic ending promises a next, awful step into a new world order.
Blade Runner 2049 is to Blade Runner what Star Wars: The Force Awakens is to Star Wars. What slowly starts out as a quiet, small journey of discovery quickly devolves into an epic miscalculation that ultimately equals nothing. Propelled by an unhealthy misconception of what the original Blade Runner was—which is a grimey, intimate meditation on desolation and loneliness—, Blade Runner 2049 meanders on majestically like an orchestra without a conductor. Where it tries to be epic, it exposes its…
"Rage against the dying of the light."
Rage we shall. This movie is not for those who have lost their imagination. It's not for the ones who have forgotten the meaning of hope. Who have let go of a child's ability to dream of things greater than oneself. Who have stopped looking to the stars and started to accept the dirt. This movie is for those with a pioneer spirit.