It's such a shame that so many ardent defenders of
Blade Runner couldn't get on this film's wavelength, as I loved it and thought it was everything promised to me (both in terms of existentialist sci-fi and in terms of its production values) of the Scott film. Maybe I'm biased, given that I recently went through one myself, but I was most taken by the complex and life-affirming nature of K's existential crisis, and how it gives him a vital sense of purpose
(even after the cause for crisis is revealed to be a technological fabrication)
while destroying his place of subservience in the world. Where I felt the older film was pessimistic to the point of negative overindulgence, this film uses its wealth of imagination and special-effects shots to give its central characters moments of quite lovely understanding and catharsis. The sex scene is probably the best instance of this in the film (and, well, is the best scene in the film), and it makes perfect sense to have read upthread that the assembly cut was structured around it.
Although Joi initiates it in the form of a very understanding sort of a "gift" of physical contact that she can't provide, the act affects both of them equally, and is one of the most important steps on the way of their understanding of their own "realness." More than just representing their becoming "real" in an internally or externally defined way, the sex scene is where both characters reach a greater understanding of what this existence is like (which of course is itself an important ontological question) and realize its value, even though the "sex" was only a verisimilitudinous simulation of such. This is all very interesting even before you factor in that this is communicated to the viewer through hauntingly convincing visual effects, themselves a compelling simulation of something both meaningful and impossible, and which produced a similar feeling in my mind as the one I thought Joi and K took away from their intimacy.
This is the kind of film that makes one optimistic about huge-budget blockbuster entertainment, and surely
Dune is now among my most anticipated films of this blight of a cinematic year.
Oh, and I truly do not understand the criticism upthread of the final fight. Sometimes confrontations likes these can feel shoehorned in and contributory to painful bloat and visual-effects tedium (for a terrible example of such a final fight, look at Revenge Of The Sith), but I thought it was very thematically appropriate and grimly entertaining in its short viciousness, and I liked the coup de grace of Luv, the film's ultimate technological weapon and herself a master of all sorts of weapons from blades to guns to airstrike drones, being taken out by no weapon at all.