Friday, November 3, 2017

"Blade Runner 2049"

By Matt Duncan
Coastal View News

Times have changed. They’ve changed in reality between 1982, when “Blade Runner” first came out, and the present. And they’ve also changed in the fictional world of the movie between 2019, when “Blade Runner” takes place, and 2049, when the more recent tale is set.

Times have changed. But some things are the same. The people of Earth are still crowded into cities, bombarded with salacious advertising, manipulated by rich overlords, and, to a large extent, have no idea who they are or why they are doing what they are doing.

I’m talking about the movie, of course. And, just like the last movie, the current installment focuses on one particular “blade runner”—a cop (LAPD) whose job it is to “retire” (i.e., blow to bits) bioengineered, human-looking beings called “replicants”. The thing is, a certain generation of replicants wasn’t too great at taking marching orders. They didn’t always obey their overlords. So they needed to go bye-bye.

K (Ryan Gosling) is the man for the job. He himself is a replicant (“K” is short for “KD6.somethingorother”). But he obeys. Replicants were once outlawed because of their slight propensity for not-so-civil unrest. But a new corporate bigwig—Niander Wallace (Jared Leto), who figured out a new way to farm despite a recent ecological collapse—is in charge. And he managed to design a new generation of replicants, like K, who do as they are told.

And K, for one, is good at what he does. Take, for instance, the giant, hulking man of a replicant he has to take down in the beginning of the movie. Pretty shortly after they say their hellos and get other pleasantries out of the way, K is punched in the face, bashed through a wall, choked, and stabbed in the arm. No problem. Pop back up. And … replicant retired.

But, as we’ve learned, some replicants are more curious than others. And when K notices a tree outside his latest victim’s farm (trees are rare these days), he becomes fixated. He ends up discovering a coffin filled with bones buried under the tree. Now, lots of people die, especially the apocalyptic wasteland K inhabits. But, in this case, the deceased had some particularly striking features. She was a mother. In fact, she died in childbirth. But here is the real kicker: She was also a replicant.

Not possible, they say. Replicants cannot reproduce. So everyone—not just the police—wants to know more. Why? Well, the police—and the authorities more generally—are worried about a replicant uprising. So they don’t want replicants reproducing, and they don’t want replicants thinking they are on a par with humans.

The replicants also want to know about the mystery mother (and child). Why? Well, because they want to rise up and be more fully human.

K is caught in the middle. He is a replicant. But he is also LAPD. His instincts push him in one direction, but his “programming”, so to speak, pushes him in another. You might think this is about the human/replicant divide. But it isn’t. Not really. For we all fight these battles from within. We feel the power of emotion, intuition, and reason, but are also pulled by baser, hard-wired biological urges. We see the value of freedom and know the wrongness of oppression, but we also dislike unruliness, messiness, and anarchy. Our better angels want to help others; our demons desire only self-satisfaction. We’re all of mixed race here.

So the real question of this movie, and that which came before it, is: What is it that makes a being human? The capacity for reason or reflection? Or free will? Is it the capacity to feel love, or some other social/relational trait? Or maybe it’s something to do with morality—with our ability to do the right thing, even if it costs us something?

“Blade Runner 2049” meditates on these themes with patience and gravity. It’s a slow burn. This movie isn’t fast paced or action packed. It is methodical and atmospheric. Each formal element—from cinematography to music to staging—presses the point with such persistence and clarity. The drama unfolds, not just as a series of events, but as something closing in on you, weighing on you, and pursuing you.


This, in short, is a beautifully done movie.