Blade Runner
September 25, 2008 by Brazilla R. Kreep
Filed under Kreep's Korner
Dear Kreep Kritters,
Blade Runner is my favorite of two stellar science fiction films. The second grounder-breaker being Alien, of course, as both futuristic offerings were directed by the supreme agnostic Ridley Scott. Needless t’say, I believe Ridley Scott t’be one of the eminent visionaries of genre films. His astral mind’s eye has created worlds we can still see, live inside of, embrace as unfeigned, knowing the hustle bustle of these futuristic imaginings still thrive somewhere in the heart of Hollywood Land. Ridley took the super clean, multicolored spandex space environment with shag carpeted space creatures and delivered a cosmos in all its gritty, multiethnic, super virtual, and fossil fuel burning glory. He did this with an amazing “eye” for detail and with an ensemble of brilliant actors and technicians, many of which had never worked with the British born director–and he even lived t’tell the tale.
Whilst hanging in the village of New York, attending classes to learn the finer points of acting (helping me t’read my poetry to the small, yet devoted following I had in the mid eighties,) I happened upon a darling pair of sisters attending the Michael Bennett, Tommy Tune, and Ron Field headed Broadway workshops: Sean and Kathy Young.
Sean was a breathtaking match for her sassy sister Kathy with her way too honest observations and gorgeous frame, she floated through the rooms of her East Village apartment as if she was born t’be a movie star. I will never forget Sean’s enthusiasm for filmmaking, and even though I heard stories of her antics since her rise t’fame, I’ll never forget her gentle spirit, sitting on her ragtag sofa while showing me her scrapbook of personal Polaroid’s of Ridley Scott’s Blade Runner. I think now as I thought then that here was a incredibly young girl thrust into super stardom at an age most where trying to figure out how t’survive High School. If she displayed attitudes inappropriate, I would have dismissed it as adolescent angst, not insanity. But alas…
I saw Blade Runner in New York city on opening in 1982, and my mouth literally hung open. Of course Sean Young was an absolute vision, a star on the rise, but so was the entire film. It had a look n’ feel that would forever change the way the future of our world would be depicted on film. If Aliens was “Jaws” in space, Blade Runner was the classic “1984”. It simply and most sincerely took me by surprise. I believed in Ridley’s world. And even more than the film’s leading man Harrison Ford, a supporting role emerged as the heartbeat of the motion picture: Rutger Hauer’s portrayal of the super android rebel Roy Batty. In that performance alone was the celluloid glue needed t’hold Blade Runner together. It was a performance of sincere passion, grace, and savage brutality as the iconic sensitive n’ sexy rogue was born. Opposite Harrison Ford’s understated Rick Deckard, Hauer gave us an android we could embrace as full of circuitry and gears, super warmth, super charms, and a sense of humor akin a rock star. This was a performance t’go down in cinematic history. Is it no wonder I present t’you my ode t’Ridley Scotts’ Sci-Fi masterpiece entitled Time T’die… enjoy.
In E†ernity,
The Kreep
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TIME T’DIE
Never thought that I would weep
For androids counting electric sheep
T’close mine eyes upon the eve
Experience quantum make-believe
Souls t’be or not t’be
O’ how I yearn vivacity
Sing O’ symphonies serene
My plastic wakened state of me
Things you people wouldn’t see
Attack ships burning,
souls bereaved,
Tap Orion n’ watch C-beams
Glitter in my misty dream
Alas Tan Hauser Gate supreme
All those… memories
Lost in time’s own mysteries
As doth tear drops melt in rainy seas
Time t’die in reverie
i just watched bladrunner! thanks so much for this. i so get it. this was a great scene in the film!
dahni