Ridley Scott
Blade Runner

It rains. It rains that autumn rain, not yet cold, which joins the radioactive rain of the film and creates a film over the film, hallucinated, shining, iridescent... The arcane music of Krisma marks the success of the work, Vangelis borrowed it from Arcieri who had composed it in friendly sessions in the London recording studio. The entire first part showing the apocalyptic situation of Earth was composed by Maurizio, it’s the Greek's reshuffling of "Suffocation," they know it in Heaven...

But lo and behold, like the replicant Roy whose expiration date was precisely 2019, this year (whoa, is it still 2019?) Rutger Hauer’s death sows a seed of doubt that coincidences don't exist and raises an important question: how many replicants actually walk among us? Who maneuvers our bitter destinies? Dear masters, you are too kind, you always have the quickness to warn us in advance of what you intend to do. You insert into films situations and scenarios, always catastrophic, which you plan to act out to obtain our tacit approval to slow the boomerang of the law of cause and effect. The act remains criminal and sooner or later the overdue accounts will be collected. No, no, you can't erase a damn thing!

But returning to the usual hilarious identity crises of the human (?): the lethal thought of "to be or not to be" a replicant floods each of us with anguish. The question of a physical elimination for "retirement" or expiration accumulates insomnia, an ancient doubt of seeing oneself different from what we believed we were grips the intangible, giving us continuous nightmares, all supports abandon us: so is there a risk that the soul is only the friction with matter? And is intelligence at the mercy of the weather? Mysteries (already known) of geoengineering. Do we develop progressions because we are stimulated? Is external stimulation our depth? Are we fully assumed or do we still have some hidden breach where we can manifest glimmers of truth? Is the veil of Maya now rooted and impenetrable? Are we hunters of replicants because we cannot hunt ourselves? Are we our education or have we been educated?

And there we find ourselves with one hand in front and the other behind, not understanding if we are thinking beings or if our minds have been implemented, a bit like addicts: it's not you thinking but the stuff thinking for you. Can the love I can feel be delusional? Why did Harrison Ford torment himself so much and suffer the doubt of the object of his affection? What arrogance, what vanity, what discrimination, what illusion. He could have made peace with himself by learning from Casanova (by Fellini) with his unconditional love even for the mechanical woman in the film’s finale: in every divine manifestation dwells a glimmer of God.

The "flesh works" are in "recherce" of a placement in the human, lacking the abandonment that the known countdown precludes. But the awareness of this lack could be a conquest? A "know thyself" through knowing their own death... A conscious abandonment that is still missing even among the presumed human beings monetarily shaped to this day. It seems that the replicants wander seeking the miracle of the vital spark (within us) enduring the concealment and persecution by others who have deliberately rendered them invisible. Are we (replicants) like you? The expressed question is more than plausible, it is essential in the perspective that everyone, whether willing or not, is projected to a leap of species, and the leap is only mental and emotional, therefore intimate. And the persecution is nothing but an erratic reaction from those who arrogate the right to decide what is right and what is not, once again falling into believing in the existence of free will. The unbearable thing is that the replicants question this, hence the fierce persecution. The pursuit of humanity by the replicants turns out to be more humane than our condition.

But there is a hole, a flaw, revealing that God does not allow intrusions into His inscrutable designs: the hunt for replicants is the realization of getting closer to Creation by realizing that the biological robot independently develops “feelings” and the backtracking is out of fear that the "creations" might be more human than us. What a deception... But could it be that the replicants are the true legendary conscious human beings, those whom Diogenes sought with his lantern? Few and dangerous for the perpetual nap that the others keep taking in the "cave." The final scene is striking where Roy, before exhausting, eternalizes himself demonstrating the highest feeling that a human being can have: compassion. "It's time to die" Rutger, a biological android expired as scheduled in 2019, goodbye.

The hunt for replicants becomes a ruthless pursuit of our illusions reincarnated in the freedom of choosing chains. The killing of the "father" builder demonstrates an ancient memory with a call of despair: "Father why have you abandoned me?" The replicant reflects that evolution of species that cyclically evolves by restoring harmony while the system does everything to preserve itself, the bugs need to be eliminated, but one cannot escape the law of cause and effect. The questioning by replicants of the concept of free will is unacceptable, the cold shower of total loss of control of the Status Quo triggers a hysterical erratic reaction, the unforeseen factor determines a destructive frustration: "delenda replicantis!"

But could it be that replicants are older inquisited, enslaved humans who rebel against mass taming, needing to end their soul "freedom"? This demonization of superior "human" beings by peddling them as a threat always stinks of the usual inquisition that pretends to order everyone what to do and forbids doing what we actually need. Doesn't it stink of slavery to you?