Blade Runner 2049
“I love Blade Runner 2049,” is an understatement. To say I’m obsessed is maybe the more appropriate choice of word. To the point where I’m beginning to question myself about my love for films.
Am I considered illiterate about this art form? for I praise a film made less than a decade ago by a mainstream auteur?
I see a piece of art where every move is calculated. Where every action seems to me to be an art born out of my own ideal form of an implied author. How a single line out of place seems to me to be something that is intentional, how even the movement of light, hitting from the ceiling of the building, seems to symbolize something.
Isn’t it ironic how my obsession contradicts one of the lessons and themes we learn from the film?
I hate myself for loving Blade Runner 2049, or more correctly I hate how my uncontainable love for this film isn’t something I can easily share with anyone. And how I yearn for that very interlink.