Blade Runner 2049 is as thought-provoking as the original and has already sent me to the Internet to test a few theories.
I think Philip K. Dick would have loved 2049, because it explores one of his signature concepts: the fake fake.
Of course, as good as 2049 is, it can’t, ah, replicate the feeling of being back in 1982, getting dazzled and mindfucked as only a sixteen year old can. I wonder what younger folks will make of it, whether it will become the film of their generation, as the original was to mine. I doubt that it will. The whole concept of a sequel is fake, and although 2049 is trying to be a fake fake, I suspect it will only succeed by a half, both for the Nexus 80s like me and for the Nexus Millennials.