When I first saw Blade Runner not too long ago, I hated it. I mean, I realllly hated it. I finished it up, looked over at my friend, and we were both completely shocked. This was a classic? This was what people had been yelling at me to see for years? I honestly thought this was going to be a movie I would love for the rest of my life, one that I would instantly run out and buy at my nearest Borders (Borders shout out!). But there I sat on the couch, entirely unsure of how to proceed. How could I tell people I hated Blade Runner and not get assassinated by the movie police?
But now, over the past few months, I haven't been able to get this film out of my head. I think about it frequently, considering my initial disappointment. I think about the cinematography, the actors, the plot, the ambiguous (but not so ambiguous) ending. So here I am, hat in hand, ready to admit that I think I liked Blade Runner. I am not sure if I can explain how I came to this conclusion, or what happened to make my hatred turn to love, but I'm a changed film reviewer. Movies are mysterious things, just when you think you've got them nailed down, they shift on you.
So to Borders I go.