I was only seven when Blade Runner came out, and was incandescent with fury when I was told I was too young to go see the new movie with Han Solo in it. In retrospect, it really isn't a film for seven-year-olds, but my brilliant and loving Nana Smith got me the comic version, with the whole movie collected together in one sharp 45-page adaptation, and a lean script from Archie Goodwin and some mean and moody art from Al Williamson. It took me a while to see Ridley Scott's version of the story, but Williamson's use of clear caricature, startling shadows and bold colours kept me happy for years.
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