Just got back and trying to digest it. I don't think I've run into a movie that's inspired this kind of reaction from me before. I love it. Unashamedly, and without reservation. It's huge, it's epic, it's languid and aggressively unfolds at its own pace. It's inarguably gorgeous in every frame. It absolutely belongs in the Blade Runner world of hyper-real, and purely expressionistic visual metaphor. It (mostly) feels like a natural evolution of the world we were introduced to. It's a more coherent narrative than Blade Runner. And yet...it doesn't manage to ask the big questions the way Blade Runner does. It also doesn't come close to sticking the landing for me, the climax...isn't...and doesn't make a lick of sense (sooooo....they discover one too few bodies, none of which are a 70-something year old man, and from THAT deduce that Deckard drowned? How does that work exactly?) And I can't say I see why Deckard is in this movie at all. I mean, unless you know the first movie and want to know 'what happened to them next', there's no particular reason Joe has any connection to him, or any reason to save him. I also don't buy ANY of the ending. None of it. Rick hasn't been pining for his child the whole movie, so who cares about their reunion? Joe hasn't been racing against his own impending mortality like Batty was, so killing him just feels like 'welp, jeeze, it's been great, but (YAAAAAAAAAWN) we're almost three hours in, and it's sure late, so....we're gonna get going audience....". It's so frustrating in the end....but I deeply love it regardless.