Last night's screening of the "Final Cut" of Blade Runner at the Cinerama was moviegoing at it's finest. The print was immaculate - I doubt any of the original prints in 1982 even compared. The sound literally shook the railings, and Roy Batty and Deckard never looked so glorious in Syd Mead's fantastic vision of 2019 Los Angeles. I'm looking forward to having a dangerous, illegal, and taboo relationship with a replicant for my 51st birthday.
The changes were minor - mostly it was cleanup of the print, sound, and effects shots, including digitally removing the obnoxious wires lifting the full-scale spinners when they took off from the street, which always bothered me. The re-compositing of new footage with Joanna Cassidy crashing through glass in her death scene was flawless. My only minor complaint was that one of my favorite lines was tweaked - when Batty confronts Tyrell with the line "I want more life... FUCKER!", the line is now a softer, kind of mush-spoken "..father". But this hardly detracted from the overall improvements and the joy of seeing it in 70mm glory.
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