vidiots that we are, freaks of the light
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
swirls of shadowy ambers and blues consume the city streets as smoke and rain bury the air; somewhere in the bustling crowds, a man rests on a window through which devices such as televisions are sold.
clearly an outsider, the man is reading a newspaper, and decides to purchase some food from a nearby stall. noodles, perhaps.
blade runner is brimming with ideas to be analysed. some of these ideas reflect the film's production context, such as the onset of…