
I had a bitch of a time seeing Ridley Scott's movies as a kid.
Seriously, I could write a goddamn book on the Ullyses-like quest to see
Alien. Instead I'll probably settle for a quick blogpost sometime in the near future.

Blade Runner came a little easier, but was still a challenge. I was living in England when it was released and first heard of the movie in either Starburst magazine or in a color insert in the Spider-Man Weekly TV Comic (a B&W tabloid that reprinted American Spider-Man comics.) In retrospect the Spider-Man teaser was a little inappropriate, but Warners was probably at a loss on how to market a sci-fi movie with Harrison Ford as a drunken, woman killing bounty hunter.
My first effort to see in in the theater was rebuffed at the ticket booth of the local theater in
Beaconsfield. This was the theater where I saw such amazing films as
2001: A Space Odyssey,
Dr. Who and the Dalek Invasion of Earth,
Star Trek: The Motion Picture and
Annie (f*ck you if you don't like
Annie!) On one of my family's last nights in the country my father somehow got us into the much stricter-rated
Creepshow (slapped with an X) but my younger brother and I couldn't get into
Blade Runner by ourselves. We were too young at the time. I think the British method of rating movies has changed since 1982 but, at the time, I was 10 and couldn't BS the teller that I was actually 13. Lord knows I tried. I don't remember what we saw instead.
I wouldn't see Blade Runner for a few more years, and then it was the video version with the "added footage," a tag that didn't mean much to me because I hadn't see the theatrical cut. Between these events I busied myself with Marvel's comic adaption and the original Phillip K. Dick novel.
Here's the part that ought to earn me geek streed cred for the rest of my life: in 1982 I somehow convinced my teacher to let me stage two scenes from the movie. The comic, magazine photos and Dick's novel were my sources of reference. I found a couple of classmates to play Holden, Leon and Rachel (and cast myself as Deckard, or course) and we performed the opening
"Voight Kampf" sequence and the death of Leon. Cap guns and stage blood were involved.
In you're wondering: Yes, I have problems watching
Rushmore without getting weepy.
When the director's cut was released in the early 1990s I had a second chance to see Blade Runner in the theater ... and I took it. My brother and I (then adults) drove more than an hour to Charlotte, N.C., to see the movie in its only venue in the Carolinas. I recently came across my ticket stub and a newspaper clipping from the event. I have
NO idea why or how I held on to these things for so long.