10 Most Magnificent Bast*rds In Cinema

10. Roy Batty €“ Blade Runner (1982)

The leader of the disparate gang of mutineer Nexus-6 replicants that represent the antagonists of Ridley Scott€™s seminal sci-fi noir, Roy Batty is a combat model, activated on January 8th 2016, making him close to his fourth birthday by the time the events of the film occur€ and of course, the day of his death, the Nexus-6 replicants having been designed with an expiration date. That€™s the point of their journey to Earth, a place where they€™re outlawed and subject to immediate €˜retirement€™, or execution: Roy has brought them there to find a way to halt or reverse that expiration, to extend their lives. Unlike the others, Roy was designed to be both physically and mentally superior to human beings, possessing a near-genius level intellect. Where other renegade replicants run around like headless chickens until a Blade Runner catches up with them, Roy has a plan: find the father of their race, their demiurge, and persuade him to cough up a cure. We€™re looking at a magnificent bast*rd near the end of his options, with one final plan to see carried out€ or die in the attempt. The police never locate Roy Batty during the course of the film, and Rick Deckard, the titular Blade Runner, doesn€™t come close to catching him. He€™s a ghost throughout the film, always a few steps ahead, pursuing the goal of arranging an audience with his God. That plan succeeds: Batty meets Tyrell, head of the corporation that created him, but nothing can be done. The date of their demise is set in stone. Roy Batty kills God with his bare hands, and then hunts Deckard, the man who€™s killed four of his friends but hasn€™t even laid eyes upon him. That€™s when you realise, if you haven€™t already€ Deckard isn€™t the hero, Roy is. If Blade Runner is a tract, persuading the viewer that replicants are people too, then Deckard€™s a state-sponsored assassin. Roy is the man with the plan, defeating all of his enemies, smart, powerful, charismatic and compelling. Roy gets the magnificent, uplifting death scene, speaking poetry into his last dark night: Deckard just lies there, a literal footnote.
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