As long and slow as a funeral procession (and not even half as much fun), the new and much-awaited BLADE RUNNER 2049 is almost shockingly tiresome, repetitive and empty of any original idea. TrustMovies is a huge fan of the first Blade Runner, so neither love nor money could have kept me from its would-be sequel. Yet this rehash of that classic does not measure up in any respect. Does director Denis Villeneuve equate slow with serious, I wonder? I don't find any other reason for the style in which this slough has been filmed. It has maybe enough content to fill 45 minutes, yet the finished product goes on for 163. As you watch, you can actually edit in your mind scene after scene after scene by perhaps three-quarters of each one's running time.
In fact, post-edit, you would still know everything you need to follow the plot. Perhaps the director felt his slow and stately style would induce a kind of hypnotic trance. It does indeed, before moving into something closer to somnambulant.
Also, the game of "Who's really the robot and who isn't?" is hardly novel at this point in sci-fi history. BR2049 seems, as well, to have some trouble deciding exactly how strong and powerful its replicants actually are. This changes so arbitrarily, particularly during the final and far-too-typical action scenes, that you may be tempted to shrug and fall back to sleep.
Everything in this sequel, including the performing holograms of Presley, Monroe and Sinatra, seems second-hand and oddly second-rate. When the most energetic character proves to be some kind of typical female James Bond villain (played by Sylvia Hoeks, above), who outdoes the would-be heroes in intelligence, focus, skill and all else, you know your movie's in trouble.
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