Blade Runner
Viewers never question Deckard’s humanity… except, perhaps, during this scene.
Semiotics in/of movies…
Viewers never question Deckard’s humanity… except, perhaps, during this scene.
In the existential jungle, empathy makes a man fitter for survival. But at what price?
Leeloo's strength is also her weakness.
In life, as in baseball, things can always get better. Or worse.
A blank affect can be a canny psychic-survival stratagem.
It’s not about right vs. wrong, it’s about wit vs. shit.
For one moment, it seemed as though the Eighties might turn out OK.
In its silly way, this is a movie about female sexual power.
A non-compact topological group of bare-breasted women in G-strings.
How to survive not war, but peace, with one’s humanity intact?
Comical yet not funny, equal-opportunity in its portrayal of human folly, artificial in the extreme.
Single-night movies aren’t snapshots, they’re moonlit summoning rituals.
Beatnik gives us anti-highbrow Beat-ness without the exaltation.
How best to convey the pathos and tragedy of the Ex-Ex-Human Condition?