Ridley Scotts Blade Runner is a triumph of ideas and conceptual ambition that doesnt quite live up to its potential. Its visuals and score are majestic, its promise unfulfilled. Long after I stopped quibbling about the uneven tone, the rushed second hour, the charisma-free lead performance and the perfunctory romance, I still couldnt get that universe out of my head. What else could you do with a vision like that nightmarish 2019 Los Angeles, or the idea of blade runners and replicants, and its suggestion of theme, both implicit and explicit. Its the quintessential Ridley Scott film in my eyes, that midway point between the perfection of Alien and the waste of Prometheus.
Denis Villenueves sequel gets an incredible amount of things right. Its a better made film than its predecessor. It has better performances, some even from the same actors. It has better control of tone, pacing and scope. It has a story that offers more on a grandiose scale while staying true to the quiet introspection that Scotts film did exceptionally well in its first half. It evokes the likes of There Will Be Blood in its ability to present itself as an epic work, and out-Nolans Nolan to be the pinnacle of what a blockbuster can be (and speaking as a Nolan film, he wishes he had the level of authority over his filmmaking that Villenueve does). It is, in terms of its craft, a truly exceptional movie.
But theres something niggling away at me, something missing; I think its that promise. That seems unfair to say, but this film gets so much right that it didnt leave me wanting more. I felt so satisfied with Blade Runner 2049 that I didnt leave asking what else could be done in that universe, with those concepts, with these characters. And Im not sure if thats a flaw or not.
Lets start with the good, of which there is much of. Villenueve is a master craftsman. Watch that scene in Arrival where they build up to encountering the heptapods for the first time, or the much-heralded Juárez bridge scene; the tension, the dread, the suspense he creates there is remarkably precise. Every single scene has that same level of careful pacing and plotting. Despite the amount of times we see the back of Ryan Goslings head, not one moment feels extraneous or wasted. He is a director fully in control of everything that you see on screen, and thats pretty brilliant for someone making movies at the scale he now is.
Gosling is an excellent lead; despite my favourite performance of his (The Nice Guys) being the complete opposite of what Im about to say, he always manages to do so much with so little. Hes the perfect choice to play a replicant - and specifically this replicant - because the little internal battles you can just about detect going on behind those eyes (and I think Ive noticed for the first time in this film because of the amount of time you spend looking at those blank unblinking eyes that theyre not aligned whatsoever!) are always so wonderfully captured by him. Hes an extremely adept physical performer and a brave selector of roles, willing to challenge himself.
The female supporting cast are also extremely strong presences in the film; Wright, de Armas and Hoeks all make their characters feel real and lived in, despite two of them not even being that. De Armas in particular is an engaging actor who does a very good job with a difficult role that could have just been a facsimile of the phone in Her, and thats not to mention her part to play in the films most inventive scene (of which Mackenzie Davis also does well in); its a truly beautiful scene that evokes the best of the original film; doing something entirely new while being just about familiar enough in concept to make it relatable.
That brings us to Harrison Ford, who I really enjoyed here by being engaged, cranky, sardonic, funny
in fact, like a Harrison Ford character. Which Deckard was not. One of my biggest issues with Blade Runner is how, after a brilliant opening few scenes, after the death of Zhora Deckard becomes a completely different character, borderline raping Rachael and becoming basically a mute for the latter half of the film. Fords completely outshone by Hauer and that detracts from my enjoyment of the film itself; he (and Scott) dont sell his affection for Rachael, he doesnt sell his shift from cocksure, world-weary blade runner to the stoic character he becomes. In 2049 however, hes a delight, and one that makes me wish he was a similar character in the first film (props to Fancher and Green too for offering the one theory regarding Deckard being a replicant that recontextualises Scotts decision to push so heavily for it in an interesting way: that of him being engineered to fall in love with Rachael as an experiment. Its the only way I can buy into a) Deckard being a replicant and b) Deckard loving Rachael, so kudos).
On a production level, its astonishingly good. Deakins does wonders with his colour palette, turning his characters so often into silhouettes the line between man and machine becomes ever more blurred and unclear. The ruined Las Vegas setting is the most evocative Ozymandias-esque landscape I can think of, with its shattered visages and hellish colours contrasting so harshly with the LA of the film that it strengthens both looks monumentally. As mentioned before, the editing and pacing is so measured, so controlled and composed that the running time feels simultaneously as long as it is and yet not a moment too long. The score is a tad disappointing; its derivative of the original without ever really coming close to its majesty, but it still manages to capture mood and atmosphere effectively enough.
That brings us to its story and themes. As a detective story, Blade Runner 2049 is neatly wound, tightly and logically constructed and resolved satisfyingly. As a sci-fi story, it deals with interesting concepts beautifully well and simplistically effective. What it doesnt do however, is suggest with anywhere near the power of the first. The script is fairly on the nose (scenes involving the resistance group that pop up three-quarters in are particularly blunt) and everything it does leaves me with no wriggle room. Im not left dreaming of the potential of the story to go here or there, in this direction or that, whether the ideas visualised by Villenueve can be pushed further or explored in other avenues. It feels whole and complete.
That is an astounding credit; that they can make a sequel to a truly beloved and inspiration film so long after the fact and make it seem so cohesive. But for all the wonderful things about this sequel, it doesnt necessarily do what its predecessor does best. And while thats surprising, its also not really disappointing. Just different. Its the best blockbuster since Mad Max: Fury Road and probably my favourite film of the year so far. I just somewhat wish it had wasted its potential a little more. That sounds so fucking dumb.
4/5