Cast: Ryan Gosling, Harrison Ford, Ana de Armas
Director: Denis Villeneuve
Rating: 4 stars (Out of 5)
I wonder if I am a replicant. The 1982 Ridley Scott film Blade Runner tantalisingly created a dystopian future, a world where androids were smart enough to fool humans yet not smart enough to inherently understand if they themselves were androids. These humanoid beings were called Replicants, and those who would hunt, shoot and 'retire' them went by the preposterously cool designation Blade Runner. If I am a replicant, have I actually ever watched the old 'original' Blade Runner with its clunky but disinterested noir narration? Or have I merely been handed someone else's memories of watching it? And what of the exquisite, cleaner, sadder unicorn-filled 'Final Cut'? Is it as different or was the happy ending not as compromised as I remember? (Actually, don't answer that one. It was bad.)
Do I watch movies or do I remember the idea of watching movies? Does it matter if I think they are real? Then again, how real can a movie be, anyway? And what will I answer when asked about a wasp on my arm or a secret favourite scene in a guilty pleasure movie? I'm certain the latter will feature on the Voight-Hoffman test for me.
A large part of the magic of Scott's Blade Runner was to give yourself over to a film - a gorgeous, breathtaking, ear-tonguing masterpiece of a film - that revelled in posing questions about life and love and humanity without bothering to answer them. It made us wonder and question and argue. In Denis Villeneuve's incredibly ambitious sequel, Blade Runner 2049, there is no more Voight-Hoffman test. Replicants are not tested based on their responses, but on their reactions. The subject is not required to think and process, but to blink and repeat. This seems understandable, given the film is set thirty years after the events of the first, and technology is better. Is it, though?
This is already a progression from the original film, which left us wondering if Deckard - the leading man and titular Blade Runner, played by Harrison Ford - was a human or a replicant. The new film sets Gosling up as a replicant who wonders about humanity. The questions are different but they are manifold, and Villeneuve's film is both lofty and loving. It functions as an exceptional companion piece to the 1982 film but leans on it too heavily. If you aren't already in love with Blade Runner, this 2049 holds no value for you. If you are, then you are in for something special, an ambitious epic that revels in ambiguity and existential curiosity.
The 1982 film remains brutal and hard-edged and relentlessly intelligent, while this one loyally follows in its footsteps instead of influentially breaking ground. Yet Villeneuve's vision comes through even as he channels Scott's voice, and this new film haunts me as I remember it in fragments that may well come to me one day in dreams. Like sheep and unicorns do.
This is a film of exceptional detail. This is a world after an all-swallowing data blackout, when everything was wiped clean and it is only paper that survived. Also surviving are companies like Pan Am, whose hoardings still light up the neighbourhoods like in the original film, while alcohol bottles have become disappointingly normal looking unlike those iconic and sexy Blade Runner bottles which looked like whiskey bottles who'd swallowed big square bottles of perfume. The dialogue, too, has become a lot more precise and pointed than in the gristly noir original. "It is invigorating being asked personal questions," a character says, while another speaks of storming Eden and retaking her. At some point there is even a rather reassuring exchange involving a line from Robert Louis Stevenson's Treasure Island.
The rest ought not be spoiled. Suffice it to say that it is long and immense, beautiful and nightmarish, dark and dream-like. There is a folded animal here, a returning serial number there, and the world as K knows it does indeed break. What questions are answered and what are raised are for you to find out and for me to revisit again and again, for this film is a puzzle box - and proud of being one.
The music, by Hans Zimmer and Benjamin Wallfisch, isn't bad and borrows several cues from the original score by the great Vangelis, not to mention the opening bars of Pink Floyd's appropriately named The Great Gig In The Sky, but what Vangelis wrought was lightning that cannot be remastered and distilled. It was, as K would say, half as loud and twice as elegant.
Finally, a word for the film's leading man. Roger Deakins is one of the greatest cinematographers alive, and Blade Runner 2049 is an astonishing showcase of his craft. This is a visually jawdropping film, from the granite flatlands of California to the colour-coded interiors of the villain's lair, lit with unrealistic suns which don't even aim for verisimilitude. If anything, Villeneuve allows his cinematographer too much, with long stretches of Gosling walking - portentously, always portentously, this film is never anything if not incredibly self-important - through the Deakins landscape. That a studio would make a film this large that was also this deliberate, this methodical, and this slow is a miracle.
You know what, though? This film made me miss film grain. I love digital cinematography and advocate for the highest-fidelity experience possible, at all times, but there are times one must confess what worked better and, as Harrison Ford told us, it's rude to lie. The old film holds up exquisitely well and the visuals are consistently unforgettable, with perfect chiaroscuro and a shadowy depth. I watched the Final Cut again a night before I watched the new film, and it is a masterwork on another level. Deakins might arguably be a finer cinematographer than Jordan Cronenweth - and you should watch the new film on IMAX, even though I have no clue why it comes with 3D glasses - but the original film throbs with an intensity the new one lacks. It breaks our heart because it has heart, and we can see it beat. This is a beautiful film, but it hurts to have lost those tears in that grain.