Wednesday, December 22, 2010

12 Days of Favorites: Blade Runner

The story of Love &Squalor begins many years before the fateful meeting of Wilde.Dash and M, long before the almost nightly movie marathons on uncomfortable and rank smelling dorm furniture and Sound of Music sing-a-longs. From the mid 80’s on, unaware of each others’ presence, M and Wilde.Dash were bonding with family, not over board games or a large family meal (ok, there was a lot of that too), but over the likes of Woody Allen and Walter Pidgeon. The holidays in said families were filled with the usual Christmas fair, but also with strange family film favorites and traditions. So hang your stockings with care and when your sister starts complaining about your billionth viewing of It’s a Wonderful Life and how boooooring it is, spend your 12 Days of Christmas with the movies that have followed Love & Squalor from infancy to bloggerhood.

I don't just live out my day, wake up, go to work, come home, and start the cycle again. I inhabit the world, half reality, and half some other created mash-up from my head, finding different moods, characters, and directions. Ridley Scott’s Blade Runner is the aesthetic that most influences that inner dialog and the filter through which I see things. I can feel it when walking through the city when its rainy, or when the lighting hits things just right, or when I have imagined talks with myself before writing, the soft voices of Rachael and Rick at the piano populating the voices in my head. Blade Runner was the first DVD my Dad ever purchased. We made a special trip to Best Buy to pick-up the player and wandered up and down the aisles trying to find the best movie to christen it with. His eyes instantly lit up when he found the movie, holding it triumphantly for us to see and roll our eyes at. But that night, when I watched it alone (my sister, still a baby had fallen asleep) and it was just me and Deckard, and the mix of smoke, grit, neon, and golden sunlight, it made a connection to something deep inside my head. It was my gateway drug. I picked-up Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep the next day, got into Noir and more Philip K. Dick the following year, the film and the book marking a transition of my creative mind and thinking into something much more adult that only got clearer and clearer on the constant repeat viewings and readings. Mom... I think I just finally figured out where that philosophy major came from.


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