a review of

The HRT that makes you inexplicably attracted to Rutger Hauer. I cannot get over Hauer's character ("Harley Stone")'s apartment. the set designers had fun with this one but it's bafflingly decorated like some kind of hard rock family restaurant. It's also the brightest point of colour in the whole film, painted a tasteful mid farmhouse blue. He's apparently paid to have posters framed on the walls, but yet it's also infested with rats and semi-domesticated pigeons, and with guns and fast food garbage everywhere. To top it off, pristine decorative Harley that he never rides in the middle of the living room. wow. Oh and there doesn't seem to be any dust?