(Note: this is spoiler-free, written while the credits ran, and a possibly vain attempt to capture my ‘feel’ while still caught up in the film’s spell.)
At the end of the day, at the end of all the deals, meetings, compromises, firings, and what-all-else that goes on in the movie business, there is the FILM. That dimension behind the screen that opens a world away from you and yet extends toward you and into your brain to embrace and transport you. You are co-dreamers then, you and the screen. You covenant together to make the unreal real, if only for the time you allow it to affect you in the theater and, if you’re blessed, a little bit more.
Seeing Blade Runner 2049 is a gift.
It’s a world that brings you in and back to the original in 1982, somehow embracing all the years since. It never hurries. It will be what it will be and you the viewer must submit.
In submitting, or yielding then, is great gifting. And in the symbols that wash over you–the broken tree, the flower, the horse, the waves–and in the sonic landscape that scrapes your ears even as the cinematic landscapes soothe your eyes, in and through the gauze of all that is a surprise: the movie originally made famous for what you ‘see’ delivers a sequel with equal ‘feel.’
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