Jasmim Bettencourt’s review published on Letterboxd:
"It's your birthday, someone gives you a calf skin wallet."
"I wouldn't accept it. Also, I'd report the person who gave it to me to the police."
A man asks, a woman answers. In a dimly lit room, smoke swirling around them. November 2019.
"You got a little boy, he shows you his butter collection, plus the killing jar."
"I'd take him to the doctor."
A man asks, a woman answers. The Voight-Kampf test. Questions. The key to human nature. Emotional responses. Reactions. The difference between man and machine. Emotion.
"You're watching television, suddenly you realize there's a wasp crawling on your arm."
"I'd kill it."
A man asks, a woman answers. In the smoky twilight room floating in a timeless orange glow. The man looks at the woman, the woman looks at the man. An emotional response? A spark-
"You're reading a magazine and you come across a full page nude photo of a girl-"
"Is this testing wether I'm a replicant or a lesbian, Mr Deckard?"
- a dare.
A unicorn running in a dreamy forest - he remembers.
Memories create emotions, and if we don't have emotions - bliss, sorrow, love, hatred - are we humans?
Nothing without emotions - blank pages scattered in the wind.
A spider building and rebuilding her spiderweb all through the lackadaisical warm summer days - she remembers.
Her memories. Not her memories. Nor her own. Someone else's.
For she wasn't born, she was made.
But what does that make her?
What makes us human?
They are like us yet not like us. What are they?
Slaves looking to breach the barrier of life. A normal life to those who it wasn't meant to belong. They are looking to live. Fighting, struggling, like human beings.
It's his mission to retire them. By retire one means execute, of course. The controlled hand of the system to put things back in order. The Blade Runner.
They live in fear - that is what it is to be a slave.
"Quite an experience, isn't it?"
But they want to breach the wall. They want to be free. They want to stop fearing.
As he retires them, in a storm of swirling snow, glass, blood, and shrieks, he questions it. The system which he serves. The system whose controlling hand he is. He starts breaking. He questions.
In the roof, he holds onto his life, as he is chased by the last Nexus 6. Hunted down. The hunter turned into the hunted.
But, in the roof, life is coming to an end.
Rain falls on his face.
He killed to gain a life. He wanted to become more human. But in this last moment he realizes the truth.
It's death that makes you human. The act of dying - knowing it is the time.
Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.
C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tanhauser gate.
To be human is to live, to be human is to be.
To be human is to see, to be human is to remember.
To be human is to forget.
To be human is to be remembered.
To be human is to be forgotten.
To be human is to be fleeting.
For life is fleeting.
But we will all be lost in time, like these extraordinary moments that we witness as we live, like tears in the rain...
And there will always be
A man loves a woman, a woman loves a man. Were they born or were they made? What is the difference that this question makes? Are they human?
An origami unicorn lays on the floor.
He picks it up.
The answer to humanity.
In folded paper.
A man loves a woman, a woman loves a man. They must escape, for there is no room in this world for more human than human. There is no room for those who breach borders and barriers. One must fit within them.
More human than human, they try to live.
"It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?"