Los Angeles, 2019. Bursts of flame erupt over

a metropolis bathed in perpetual twilight.

From the pyramid-like workplaces of the Tyrell

Corporation, we see an eye fixed in close-

up, the lighting of the metropolis contemplated

in it. Whether this eye is human is but to

be determined. But, ultimately, in Ridley Scott`s

beholder is irrelevant. In the arena of

Blade Runner the destiny is a hardscrabble

hellscape without a escape. Is it any wonder, then,

that Rutger Hauer`s band of rogue replicants