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I so much prefered the director’s cut, but I also think you are a pretty sharp guy, so I have to ask–what was removed? I ion’t remember.
To my mind, the voice-over and the quasi-happy ending made the theatrical version much weaker. Dick was not much for happy endings.
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Well, that was it, actually. I liked the voice-over, in that it added to the noir-ish atmosphere, and the happy ending doesn’t strike me as tacked on. It’s clearly foreshadowed, if not telegraphed in the movie (Rachel: “What if I went away, went North? Would you follow me?” and she does go North and he does follow her, though not in the way he expects). The director’s cut simply chops this ending without replacing it with anything. Deckard and Rachel climb into elevator… roll credits. What the…? If there’d been an alternate ending, say Gaff is waiting outside to “retire” Rachel, but Deckard, spurred by his love for her and spiritual reawakening after witnessing Roy’s death, shakes off his depressed alcoholic stupor and takes a bullet meant for her… or something more than just “elevator door closes - the end”, I’d likely have a different opinion.
Besides, the so-called happy ending isn’t really all that happy. There’s no indication Rachel and Deckard lived happily ever after - only that they lived, but how happily and for how long, Deckard didn’t know. Who does? The last-minute note that Rachel wasn’t subject to the conventional Nexus-6 four-year lifespan doesn’t feel artificial either, since I can’t see why Rachel would have such a limit - her “programmed” memories were, I thought, a way to avoid the need for the four-year limit, after which it is expected that unprogrammed Nexus-6 units become violently emotional unpredictable.
The idea that Deckard is a replicant strikes me as a pointless muddying of an otherwise clear theme: humans (including Deckard) are dying out, drowning in their own soul-killing technology, decadence and pollution, while advanced replicants are eagerly struggling for life. The message I got from the theatrical version is that life is short and grab happiness while you can. How is any of this improved by Deckard being a replicant?
Plus I was most keenly disappointed at paying to see the director’s cut in theatre the first day it got to Montreal and finding out it didn’t resolve some earlier errors, most notably the missing replicant.
Anyway, there’s nothing here I haven’t said in previous Blade Runner threads, so I suggest a new thread be started if you want to further analyze that film, to avoid hijacking this one.
As for the extended Aliens, the scene of the pre-infested colony (when Newt, Timmy and their parents become the first unfortunate contact for the facehuggers) is useful (though not critical, I admit) because if nothing else, it established that the colony’s children amuse themselves by playing hide-and-seek in the ventilation system and Newt, by virtue of her small size, is particularly adept. This helps explain Newt’s extended survival and her skill at leading Ripley and Hicks through the vents to the landing pad.
And the robosentries were just cooo-ul.
There was also an extended version of Superman televised by ABC to stretch the movie out to two two-hour broadcasts. I don’t recall most of the details, but I believe there was a brief scene of an angered Lex about to drop Miss Teschmacher to the crocodiles, after she’d rescued Superman.
Anyone remember a made-for-TV version of Stephen King’s The Langoliers? Man, that desperately needed a chainsaw edit. It was a 30-minute Twilight Zone episode stretched into a four-hour miniseries. I was watching just to see how the damn thing ended, and it was so dumb that it put me off King for about a decade.
Similarly, Dateline is fond of dragging out stories. The Sunday July 16 broadcast, for example, took about two hours to tell the story of some woman who’d poisoned her husbands and kept repeating “It’s antifreeze! She did it with antifreeze! In case you missed it, she poisoned them with antifreeze! For the benefit of our more retarded viewers, let us reiterate (that means “say again”) - it was antifreeeeeze!” American Justice could’ve squished this case into a taut 30 minutes. What the fuck is Dateline’s deal? It’s the repetitive, spoon-feeding, pulverize-everything-to-easily-digestible-mush newsmagazine equivalent of the Teletubbies. Thank God for 60 Minutes, which still treats its audience like adults.