HERE IT COMES!

DIALOGUE

1- ...and that's why I came home without any clothes on.
2- ...So uh, wait a sec. You said the guy was Finnish?
1- No no, Irish.
2- Oh yeah, right...
1- ...Hey, the guy was tough, alright? AND he had a gun.
2- I don't doubt he was...Hey, did this Irishman happen to have a golden tooth?
1- Well yeah. How the f-
2- And did he have a finely groomed mustache?
1- How do you know this?
2- Because he's uh, he's standin' right outside your door.
1- Holy JES- *gets pulled out of car*
3- Alright, lad. Out ya' come. *screws on silencer* Ye' thought ya' could just skip on outta' town and I wouldn't find ya', eh?
1- No, please! I won't tell anyone, I SWEAR.
3- That's right, boyo, ye' won't be tellin' anyone...*cocks pistol*
2- What are you doing? Stop!
3- You. Get back in the car, NOW.
2- Alright, alright! I ain't the guy with the gun.
3- Any last words, sonny?
1- Yeah, look behind you...
3- Those are awful queer last wo-
2- Ya' shouldn't have told me to get back in the car you filthy Irishman!
3- NNNO *gets ran over*
2- Get in, hurry!
1- Drive, DRIVE!
2- WOOOHAHAH! Yeah!
1- That was insane! Do you think he's *BAM*
2- Holy, what the?! He's shooting at us!
1- He's not dead?! *BAM BAM*
2- Ahh sh*t! This guy IS tough!
1- I told you!
2- I'm sorry I *BAM* doubted you!
1- JUST DRIVE!

Manajè twa

Manajè twa

"Oh no, no!"

"Oh yes, yes!"

blubbered

Lawrence I

whipped this thing

I'm cockeyed as hell

I'm

silk

crouched

to give you

five hundred bucks

I guess

I'll be

oily

shying away

the blur of traffic

This Rat-Face

is rotten

and

's going to burn

That smell, that smelly smell that smells....smelly.

My hands smell like dog vomit. That is all.

B L A D E R U N N E R

B L A D E  R U N N E R

   Let me start off by saying this was EXTREMELY difficult for me. Movies are my life. I'm going into film in college, it means everything to me. It's an understatement to say I've seen a shat-load of movies. My list of favorite films generally stays the same, though my numero uno favorite film changes from day to day based on my mood.
   Now with that out of the way, let's get on with it, shall we? Blade Runner. Ridley Scott gave us a film ahead of it's time in 1982, heck, it's ahead of it's time for 2012. If you haven't seen it, stop reading RIGHT NOW and go fricking rent it-no-BUY IT. It's too good a film to be merely rented then stored back on the shelves of oppression. Go buy it and watch it, then watch it again. Why are you still reading? Stop. I'm about to spoil the whole thing for you. Sorry to those of you who have seen it, they just wouldn't flippin' leave. Phew, okay.

   This movie really resonates with one of the topics we've discussed in this class; what does it mean to be human? That's the underlying message of this film. Set in a dystopian, future Los Angeles, Deckard (played by the brilliant, subtle Harrison Ford) is an ex-Blade Runner, or in other words, a killer of replicants. He's brought back into the business however, when four replicants escape from an off-world colony and come back to Earth.
   Behind all of the futuristic cityscapes lies a deeply articulated story and many philosophical themes. Among these themes are the following: - The dehumanization of people through a society shaped by technological excess. - The roles of creator and creation, their mutual enslavement, and their role reversal, i.e., the creation's triumph over its creator. - The nature of humanity itself: emotions, memory, purpose, desire, cruelty, technological mastery of environment and universe, mortality, death, and more. - Personal identity and self-awareness. - And the meaning of existence.
   If you're a person who loves mindless action, hot girls-a-plenty, and explosions, this film most likely will not be for you. However, if you're a person who really loves to think, and to be puzzled, Blade Runner is the film for you. Once you reach the climax you'll be going "Holy nards!" and by the time the credits roll you'll be like "Oh. My. Goodness..." Or maybe you'll just hate it and hate me for telling you to watch it. Whatever.

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            …He froze for a moment, then started to walk backwards, too afraid to look away from the lanky creature.  He stepped on the glass again, it gashed right in the same place on his foot as before.  It was bleeding very frantically now, and if he didn’t get it patched up in the next ten minutes, he would definitely go unconscious.  He was in a part of the hallway he hadn’t been to yet.  It smelt extremely horrific, but he could not figure out what it was.  The thing was still mere feet behind him, groaning increasingly loud.  With every step it took it felt like a small earthquake.  It was everything he could do to stay ahead of it, but it was so dark and he was slipping on the tile from his wound with every step he took.  He tripped over something.  It was soft and mushy.  It was too dark to make it out, but when he used his hand to prop himself up, he felt its face.  It was human, that was for sure, and it definitely wasn’t alive.  Then it sunk its teeth right into his hand.  Suddenly he could hear grotesque, mutilated sounds from all around him.  He sprung to his feet.  Then the creature was so close he could feel its steely breath on his shoulders.  He ran as fast as he could now.  He could feel the bodies around him rising up from the floor.  Their heads were brushing past his abdomen.  He was even touching shoulder to shoulder with some of them.  He could see a white light at the end of the hallway that he had just turned into.  He had done it.  He was home-free.  He couldn’t be more than thirty, maybe even twenty yards away.  Then, silhouettes started filling up the white space.  They were rising up from the floor, slowly like the others, and more were funneling in from the open rooms lining the hallway.  He looked behind him and the shifty footsteps were getting ever closer, as well as the monstrous footsteps from the creature.  He opened up the door nearest to him, only to come face to face with half a dozen more of them.  He did his best to hurry and close it, but they were to strong and too many.  The gap between the herd behind him and the ones in front was getting tighter and tighter.  There were only a few unopened doors to try before he would be overrun.  He opened up door after door, only to be greeted by musky breath, dead eyes, and hands reaching out as if for a loving embrace.  Only it was anything but.  He knew that when the first one bit him on the hand.  There were only two or three doors left now.  He opened the next one.  There were more of the “humans”, but there was a light on in this room.  It shined into the hallway and he could see something twinkling, perhaps made of some sort of glass.  He ran hastily to it, picked it up, and had but mere seconds to inspect it.  It was a SWAT riot shield.  Then claws were digging into the back of his neck and head.  He swung it at them, knocking several to the ground.  He was weak, and the shield was heavier than it looked, but he knew what he had to do.  He squarely positioned his body behind the shield, took a deep breath, and started sprinting with everything he had left. 

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