That is 100% true, but I also feel like that is a bit of a wasted SF premise if that’s as far as it goes. It’s not like we don´t have racism in the present and slavery in the past (?) to draw stories from that directly illustrate those points.
On the other hand, it’s a way to have that conversation without triggering our mechanisms that we use to defend racism and slavery.
For me, the movie was more about existential issues. What does it mean to be human if we can’t be certain we’re human? If memories can be implanted, then anchoring ourselves in the past is merely an illusion to mantain a cohesion to our consciousness. But what makes our lives worth living is our connection to each other, the pictures they took of each other demonstrate that. But those pictures are just memories, really (a theme developed on Deckard’s piano). And then Batty’s final monologue is about his memories, those moments that will be lost like tears in the rain. Even though we know memories can be implanted, we still cling to them?
I don’t know, man; this is more like a “Nicolas Cage: Good or Bad?”-situation than “Who’s the Boss?”
Edit: Oh, what was that BBC show? Humans? I watched one episode and it was basically, “What if androids were exactly like people, but legally slaves?” Like, OK? I guess if you’re just looking for ways to make your slaves white so white people can relate to them… but it’s a pretty nothingburger of a SF premise.
That is 100% true, but I also feel like that is a bit of a wasted SF premise if that’s as far as it goes. It’s not like we don´t have racism in the present and slavery in the past (?) to draw stories from that directly illustrate those points.
On the other hand, it’s a way to have that conversation without triggering our mechanisms that we use to defend racism and slavery.
For me, the movie was more about existential issues. What does it mean to be human if we can’t be certain we’re human? If memories can be implanted, then anchoring ourselves in the past is merely an illusion to mantain a cohesion to our consciousness. But what makes our lives worth living is our connection to each other, the pictures they took of each other demonstrate that. But those pictures are just memories, really (a theme developed on Deckard’s piano). And then Batty’s final monologue is about his memories, those moments that will be lost like tears in the rain. Even though we know memories can be implanted, we still cling to them?
I don’t know, man; this is more like a “Nicolas Cage: Good or Bad?”-situation than “Who’s the Boss?”
Edit: Oh, what was that BBC show? Humans? I watched one episode and it was basically, “What if androids were exactly like people, but legally slaves?” Like, OK? I guess if you’re just looking for ways to make your slaves white so white people can relate to them… but it’s a pretty nothingburger of a SF premise.