“I don’t know why he saved my life. Maybe in those last moments he loved life more than he ever had before. Not just his life – anybody’s life; my life. All he’d wanted were the same answers the rest of us want. Where did I come from? Where am I going? How long have I got?”
Photograph.
I sent this trailer to a pal of mine after he told me he couldn’t remember if he’d seen 1982’s “Blade Runner.” (The poor, benighted soul!) As you can see … the trailer is a bit crude by today’s standards. It’s just a loose montage of key scenes in chronological order — with narration that is obviously performed by a store-brand knockoff of Harrison Ford. (I am linking here to the Movieclips Classic Trailers Youtube channel, by the way.)
You can kind of tell how Warner Bros. wanted to market the film as a standard action-thriller, instead of the moody, stygian sci-fi meditation that it is. And you can kind of understand why general audiences didn’t turn out for the movie while its cult following gained so much steam later.
Oil on canvas.
Some people want to climb Everest. Some people want to sail around the world.
I’d love to be able to eat food without dripping it down the length of my white t-shirt like a goddamned jackass.
I should probably just stop buying white t-shirts.
Anyway, when I posted this on Facebook, the platform actually asked to help me raise money to figure this out. Seriously. Thanks, Facebook.
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I’m so happy to share here that Poetry Pacific published a poem of mine yesterday in its 2021 issue — you can find “The Writer” right here.
Established in Vancouver in 2012, Poetry Pacific is now an annual publication, and this year’s edition includes 62 poets and four visual artists. Thanks once again to Editor Yuan Changming for allowing me to share my work through this exemplary international online journal.
Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer (MGM).
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 