Ridley Scott seems to have made a classic movie. Very close to a masterpiece. In the not so distant future, man has lost control over his own product, the replicas. First he makes them perfect, now he has to restrict its potentialities to defect. Sometimes our own creation gets out of our control and what happens then? Who is guilty and who is not? Is the manufacture or the manufacturer to be blamed for the loss of the original purpose of the existence created? What is allowed and what is not? Future is shown so cruel and poetical at the same time. Perhaps each one can find his personal answer in Batty's line: "I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die."
Review of Blade Runner
