There's really nothing better with a sick baby at home than watching this spectacle on repeat.
Director's cut, 35mm. First watch, unbelievably. Such a good soundtrack, so beautifully unusual. I forget and love being reminded of how the best sci-fi films really are the ones with the smallest worlds. As complete and huge as the art department made Blade Runner's world look, we're still only talking about a very small number of locations. I love the intimacy and claustrophobia and internalisation that comes from this; that as expansive and magical as it is to imagine what futures look like, it still all comes down to our internal moral wranglings, our fight for independent thought within dystopian regimes.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Aside from the yawnful Good-Guys-White / Bad-Guys-Other-Colours casting, this was a surprisingly enjoyable action flick... until it fucked out in the third act.
It was partly the utterly weird special effects. Partly that they sent their only lady-spy off into space 'cos no plot for her. But mostly because of a series of gags right near the end in which the only moral (blonde, beautiful) hold-out amongst the captured guests offers our hero ass-sex if he sets her free.