‘Blade Runner’ is easy. It’s faux complex. It’s a film which wears its supposed seriousness on its sleeve, a pouting, grunting adolescent of a motion picture, a movie for people who think that things are inherently more serious when it rains in the dark.

Trailers for movies and blurbs on the back of the DVDs often throw around superlatives. The ‘Star Wars’ boxset is almost self-effacing.

This boxset – nice and shiny with four amaray cases with uniformly bad covers inside it – contains two five star movies and one four-and-a-half star movie which, between them, constitute half of cinema’s premiere own-generated property.

They need a big box just to fit that title on…