Despite being on the receiving end of some negative reviews at release, Walter Hill’s The Warriors went on to become a cult classic. I can’t really understand why.
Commando ticks so many boxes it might as well be called ’80s Action Adventure: The Movie. All of the trappings of that particular genre are present. A hulking, barely clothed protagonist? Check. A threadbare plot that serves only to tie action sequences together? Check. Multiple explosions with acrobatic stuntmen flip-flopping away from them? Check, check, check.
There’s no denying the credentials of Ridley Scott’s Blade Runner; it’s a genuine masterpiece. In the past I’ve written at length about my deep-rooted affection for it. In fact, one of my earliest posts on this blog was a gushing, one thousand word appraisal of its complex themes and characters.
So you would assume that I’m incredibly excited about the upcoming sequel, Blade Runner 2049?
Well you would be wrong. Very wrong.
Now before I get dragged in front of a firing squad for blurting out such blasphemous remarks, allow me to explain.