By mere remembrance of You,
we make a humble servant of this demon called ‘I’
who thirsts for the blood that fortifies men,
tearing them open with its terrible fangs called ‘mine.’
— Vijñānabhairavavivrti II.19-22
Food plays a curious role in the Blade Runner world, conspicuously placed at the beginning of each film. It’s almost as if these meals were meant as metaphors for the stories they tell, signaling how one journey differs from the next.
Deckard, for example, eats shoulder-to-shoulder with other diners at a roadside noodle shop. When he’s served, we see (in a deleted scene) two black fish mounted on a bed of rice. K, on the other hand, prepares a meal in the quiet of his spartan home. It looks Asian, too, but here the fish — if that’s what they are — look shriveled, closer to the size of tadpoles instead.
The contrast is stark. In terms of the food itself, two phallic fish dominate Deckard’s plate, while tiny swimmers are barely visible on K’s. And in terms of its presentation, Deckard’s meal looks indulgent when compared with K’s place setting, where even cigarette and ashtray are carefully arranged as if part of a Zen ritual practice. (K smokes only once during the film, in this scene, blowing smoke in the direction of Joi, as if by doing so, he was conjuring her image out of thin air.)
But then, with K, a second meal is superimposed upon the first. Strangely, neither plate is touched, as if his food was not meant for physical consumption, inviting us to broaden our understanding of nourishment. If it’s not at first obvious, this is what K’s relationship to Joi (joy-moi) represents, signaled by the camera shifting from plate to hologram.
Meaning: K is learning how to “digest” something else.
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