This evening I went to see Blade Runner, the 1982 film directed by Ridley Scott in the directors cut version.
I had seen it in 1982 when it was released but not in this version with open and ambiguos ending, much nearer to Philip Dick’s novel
“Do androids dream of electric sheep?”
Blade Runner is a film about surfaces, but not always recognizable as such. They conceal themselves-like mirrors in the act of reflection.
Surfaces are anything but superficial, we could say there is nothing else than surface, when we try to go deep what we see is surface again.
We need to admit the relativity and subjectivity of perception of any perception.
What we know depends on what we see; and whether we like it or not, we look at the world through our tinted glasses.
And it makes little difference whether our view is colored by our ethnic origin, gender, ideology or our most personal desires.
The purpose of this story as I saw it was that in his job of hunting and killing replicants, the human hunter becomes progressively dehumanized.
At the same time, the replicants are being perceived as becoming more human.
Finally, the hunter must question what he is doing, and really what is the essential difference between him and them?
And, to take it one step further, who is he if there is no real difference?
Philip K. Dick
If you ever get the chance to see this film in a cinema, don’t miss it !!!!!!!!!!!!!
