home *** CD-ROM | disk | FTP | other *** search
- <text>
- <title>
- (1982) Blade Runner
- </title>
- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1982 Highlights
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- July 12, 1982
- CINEMA
- Blade Runner: The Pleasures of Texture
- </hdr>
- <body>
- <qt>
- <l>BLADE RUNNER</l>
- <l>Directed by Ridley Scott</l>
- <l>Screenplay by Hampton Fancher and David Peoples</l>
- </qt>
- <p> Is atmosphere smothering the story lines of smart new
- science-fantasy movies? Is texture overwhelming the text? On
- the evidence of Ridley Scott's Blade Runner--and his previous
- thriller, the 1979 Alien--it would seem so. Says David Dryer,
- who helped supervise the special photographic effects of Blade
- Runner: "The environment in the film is almost a protagonist."
- He and other talented craftsmen are lavishing their
- imaginations on graphic design--on high-tech spaceships and deja
- vu futurism--and allowing the characters to wander through a
- labyrinthine narrative like lost dwarfs. Moviegoers seeking the
- smooth propulsion of story line look at these films and ask,
- "What's going on here?" Directors and effects specialists,
- plumbing the resources of a technology that can show what has
- never been seen before, answer: "The here is what's going on.
- The setting, the surroundings, the texture."
- </p>
- <p> In Blade Runner, an adaptation of Philip K. Dick's 1969 novel
- Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, the here is quite enough:
- a vision of dark, cramped, urban squalor. This is Los Angeles
- in the year 2019, when most of the earth's inhabitants have
- colonized other plants, and only a polyglot refuse heap of
- humanity remains. Los Angeles is a Japanized nighttown of sleaze
- and silicon, fetid steam and perpetual rain. This baroque
- Tomorrowland juggles images from a dozen yesterdays: walk out
- of the rain and into a 1940s world of overhead fan blades and
- women in shoulder-pad jackets moving to the cadence of a keening
- alto sax. The filthy streets are clogged with Third World losers
- and carnivores, while 10 ft. above them the police cars hover,
- monitoring the future as it molders into chaos.
- </p>
- <p> Some people don't belong in this decaying cityscape. One is
- Deckard (Harrison Ford), a burnt-out, Bogie-style detective; the
- others are "replicants," robots of advanced design who have
- infiltrated the city to find their creator and prolong their
- short, violent lives beyond the allotted four-year span.
- Deckard, brought back into service to kill the quartet of
- replicants, finds it no easy job--for they are powerful and
- cunning, and he is tired beyond caring. Moreover, Deckard's
- emotions have been short-circuited from a lifetime of dirty
- police work, whereas the emotions of the replicant leader Batty
- (Rutger Hauer) are flowering just as his "termination date"
- nears. And so the twin pursuits begin. Deckard, a man from the
- past, races against time to track down his quarry; Batty, the
- man of the future, races for as much time as genetic engineering
- and his appetite for life will grant him.
- </p>
- <p> Blade Runner, like its setting, is a beautiful, deadly organism
- that devours life; and Ford, the cockily engaging Star Warrior
- of Raiders of the Lost Ark, allows his heroic stature to shrivel
- inside it. In comparison, Hauer's silver-haired superman is more
- human than human, finally more complex than Ford's victimized
- flatfoot. Because of this imbalance of star roles, and because
- this drastically recut movie has a plot that proceeds by fits
- and stops, Blade Runner is likely to disappoint moviegoers
- hoping for sleek thrills and derring-do. But as a display
- terminal for the wizardry of Designers Lawrence G. Paull,
- Douglas Trumbull and Syd Mead, the movie delivers. The pleasures
- of texture have rarely been so savory.
- </p>
- <p>-- By Richard Corliss
- </p>
-
- </body>
- </article>
- </text>
-