Harrison Ford may have had a hard time making it, studio execs may not have known what to do with it, and Ridley Scott may have spent the years since tinkering with it, but Blade Runner has slowly over time taken its place on the shortlist of science fiction cinema classics. Since the film was restored to the masterpiece the director originally envisioned, audiences have continued to watch and rewatch in order to drink in every little detail of this dystopian sci-fi classic. Blade Runner is absolutely gorgeous to look at, the central noir trappings render the film cooler-than-cool and the lead, none other than Harrison Ford, is suitably downbeat and defeated in one of his signature roles. Ford's the perfect neo-noir antihero, in fact, complete with a permanently furrowed brow and the crappy threads of a loner who stopped making the effort long ago. Scott's film is one of the more thought-provoking sci-fi movies out there, providing food for thought in its exploration of what makes us human. People return in part to Blade Runner because, like the replicant Roy Batty (the excellent Rutger Hauer), they want to mull over whether or not merely feeling alive is proof enough of humanity.
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