‘Anyway, I’m glad I saw it on the big screen, rather than the tv,’ Ray said.
‘Me too,’ I said. ‘The special effects were spectacular. But I don’t think I’d want to see it again.’
There was a pause, then Ray said, ‘The acting was good.’
‘Oh yes. Very good.’
‘So what was wrong with it?’
‘Too similar to the original?’ I said. ‘I suppose it had to be, if it was going to pick up those threads of ending and take them further.’
‘Is that what you think it did, then?’ said Ray. ‘Take them further?’
‘I liked the game of spotting references to the original.’
‘But what about the story? Was it too contrived?’
‘Maybe we’re so loyal to that original that nothing could possibly follow it.’
‘No,’ Ray said, ‘there was a problem somewhere. They missed the mark. I think it was the time-frame. We’ve got colonies on other worlds in thirty-two years time? That just doesn’t work.’
‘Well that’s not their fault, though. They had to stick with the dates, or the story wouldn’t work. The problem was that the first film set the date as 2019, and we’re trying to impose fact onto something that is meant to be a warning. It’s an alternative reality.’
Three days later, and I’m still getting flashbacks from those film visuals. That landscape in shades of grey; the dark city extending into an even darker infinity, and the swirling, dust laden acres of waste-dumps feel close as I take Rusty for his morning walk across the fields.
These mornings the birds are too busy gathering autumn breakfasts to sing. Is that why I think I hear that haunting, and rather beautiful, Blade Runner theme tune?
It seems, after all, that I may need to watch this film again.