Replicant ruminations.

Why did I watch Blade Runner yet again, when I know damn well that movie depresses me? Stupid. I think the relationship between Deckard and Rachael is horrifying when you take into account the fact that Deckard comes close to raping her earlier in the film. The fact that he could even consider forcing himself upon her clearly shows that Deckard did not consider Rachael to be his equal. Sadly, they weren’t equal—and romantic love cannot exist without equality. Did Rachael finally consent to Deckard’s advances due to her desire or her fear? It seemed like fear to me.

And yet I still love the movie. There should be a new Blade Runner comic series. Oh, so many interesting examinations to be made!