Disconnected thoughts on Blade Runner 2049

This is almost three hours of Roger Deakins telling you to just give him his fucking Oscar already.

I hope that this got that electric tuba fart noise out of Denis Villeneuve's system once and for all.

When I was very small, miner 2049er was my favorite video game, which I finally realized is why the name was hitting a weird chord for me.

I'd like to see somebody make a movie called Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep that leaves out Deckard and just focuses on Mercerism and the story line about the "chicken head" guy.

The whole movie is about people who push other people's buttons. But strangely, it didn't push enough of mine. I think that the increasing cartoonishness of some characters and the unlikely mellowing of others really hurt the last half.

Deliberately pulpy, sometimes a bit goofy, but almost never cheesy. It's a fine balance, and one that allows the operatic stuff to work really well. That's really all the shading I need in my Star Wars.

P.S. Dear Mr. Lucas, please remove Hayden Christensen and the Jar-Jars from the end of this movie at your earliest possible convenience. Thanks.