That a film can simultaneously fill one with such terrible grief and joyous comedy is a beautiful thing.

A lovingly flawed replication, with twice as much of everything as necessary. I wish the entire narrative, exposition, and all of the terrible cast flashbacks, including Harrison Ford, had been entirely gutted with a scalpel to leave only Joe's existential Koyaanisqatsi-like journey across the dystopic California wasteland. These are the glorious visionary moments of Blade Runner, bogged down by inevitable nostalgia and slavish reverence to memories of the original. Still, worth the immersion for the luscious production.

"Just because you are a character, doesn't mean that you have character."