The greatest film critic. Although we can all disagree with some of his reviews, he remains the best.
The skies are always dark with airborne filth in this Los Angeles of the future. It usually rains. The infrastructure looks a lot like now, except older and more crowded, and with the addition of vast floating zeppelins, individual flying cars, and towering buildings of unimaginable size. When I first saw the film I was impressed by the giant billboards with moving, speaking faces on them, touting Coca-Cola and other products. Now I walk over to Millennium Park and see giant faces looming above me, smiling, winking, and periodically spitting (but not Coke). As for the flying cars, these have been a staple of sci-fi magazine covers for decades, but remain wildly impractical and dangerous, unless locked into a control grid. - Roger Ebert on Blade Runner
A troubled teen from the Bay Ride area of Brooklyn in the late 1970s, known for his stylish dance moves on the disco floor. While on the dance floor, Tony forgets all his troubles, but when he's off it he faces a dead end job, unsupportive parents, alcohol, drugs, and violence.
Connie: So, are you as good in bed as you are on that dance floor?
Tony Manero: You know, Connie, if you're as good in bed as you are on the dance floor, then you're one lousy fuck.