There are no spoilers in this review.
If you are going into this movie thinking you’re going to get a sequel to one of the great action flicks of the ’80s, reminiscent of “Commando” or “Escape from New York,” you’re going to be disappointed–remember that the original Blade Runner was not that type of movie either. It was a film that embodied the word “dysptopian” and forced you to question the very essence of what it means to be a human being. The action sequences were quick and artistic, placed sporadically between long bouts of investigation and philosophical conversations. The very things I love about the film.
Denis Villeneuve’s “Blade Runner 2049” explores those same depths. A new blade runner, played by Ryan Gosling, stumbles across some secrets that prompt him to search for the protagonist of the first film, Rick Deckard played by Harrison Ford. He’s been missing for 30 years, and the film hearkens back to its predecessor–less as an action-driven drama, more of an investigation driven one.
And it’s in this investigation that the Blade Runner series finds its profundity. The investigation is not simply a plot device to lead us to an emotional climax, it’s an investigation into the meaning of humanity. What does it mean to be human? Are you simply a product of the electric signals firing in your head? Are you something more? Do you have a soul?