By Marty Mulrooney

Twenty-five years in its arrival and as many feet high, it stared at me through the darkness, a large, unblinking eye. Reflected in its depths was a whole cityscape; a futuristic Los Angeles, terrifying in its bleakness, plumes of fire rising from stacks up towards the heavens.
So there I was, with the biggest grin on my face, watching this eye. I wasn’t afraid; I had seen it before. But never so clear, or so…BIG. Admittedly, to catch the film Blade Runner during its first big screen run in 1982, I would have to build a time machine: I hadn’t been born yet. Seeing it here now, looking brand new, felt like a revelation.













