Roger Deakins’ cinematography, the subtle and effective use of CGI, and the magnificent exteriors (as seen in numerous trailers), the author of the excellent Sicario Denis Villeneuve as director, all based on the visual postulates that Ridley Scott so impressively established thirty-five years ago, promised at least a solid genre achievement.
Yet Blade Runner 2049 is not even an average film. The reasons for this can be found in Villeneuve’s insistence that the characters’ emotions, along with the mediocre ideas of screenwriters Hampton Fancher and Michael Green, always take center stage.
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Villeneuve has proven himself to be an excellent director of action scenes, skilled in building atmosphere and a master of sound. As a narrator, the Canadian has always been banal, and here we are forced to watch his manifesto of the simplest philosophical answers and tedious affirmations of paternal love for almost three hours. And there was so much potential.
The world is ruled by a man who, thanks to his own technology, has saved humanity and is the master of life and death. Instead of creators playing with parallels to characters and ambitions like Elon Musk and similar figures, Jared Leto embodies him like a villain from early James Bond installments. The dialogues seem to have been written by aspiring high school philosophers on not particularly stimulating narcotics.
