‘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.

When exquisite washed-out photography and peerless framing combine with a man talking at length about the value of family life, there can be surely no doubt at all about whose personal universe you’re in.