Gravel crunches beneath the feet of a solitary figure as it saunters into the radioactive, orange-dusted expanse of an abandoned city. A Blade Runner advances – bioengineered to operate on command, not to think for himself. He has reached the end-thread of an investigation. He searches for an answer to a riddle that has been hidden for almost 40 years. All paths converge on former officer, Richard Deckard.
With dazzling visuals and an impressive soundtrack, there is a lot to love. But there is one problem with Blade Runner 2049: its not really a film, but a visual documentary of the conditioned human psyche. For the full review, head here: