The term “cyberpunk” appears to be a fiercely contested genre label, caught somewhere between the retro-worshipping fetishists and the far-flung promise of a future, capable of solving all of humanity’s current problems with imminent tech. The representatives of each are as debated and varied as the cityscape itself. Some of them are pure stereotypes, living within labels purchased from the society, feeding them, while others are renegades who live life the way they want to.
Evidently, the cyberpunk females are put through a Voight-Kampff litmus test of “if/then/else”, seeming intent to force them into a box of some easily prepared label. The responses of the cyberpunk woman to the subjects around her, scenes she’s in as well as stimuli she faces are thoroughly measured, scrutinized and debated until a positive verdict within the self is generated.
Apparently, one of the things cyberpunk is good at is what we call “skew expectation”. The given force makes characters adapt to quick-changing circumstances. Now, let’s get familiar with a typical representative of the cyberpunk females.
In a futuristic world, DNA hackers get hunted down and terminated by specially trained assassins. Michelle appears to be one of such badasses. She’s used to taking on grim bloody work for the purpose of getting herself as well as her trouble-magnet, family-hungry brother out of this terrible place and find something safer.
The comic series, that inspired the movie, was directed by the same person, who wrote the comics. It intentionally brings out comic over-the-top feel. The visual commentary was lost on some movie fans, commenting more on Bai Ling’s push-up apparel as well as long legs, rather than her amazing epic capability, not to mention unique sense of self. In fact, Bai Ling does her best. She easily draws anyone’s attention when filling out her sexy costume and stripping down for a couple of nude scenes.
An observation arose on IMDB once again, telling that she’s easy on the eyes, especially when it comes to nude scenes. However, her thick accent turns to be absolutely distracting. All the usual fixation on what this particular personage looks like, how she soothes or offends hopes, how she isn’t perfect at all. Many moviegoers perceive her as a female, wearing what she actually wants, and not caring what folks tell about her. She’s also a world-class killer, working her ass off at a dangerous, tough job for her family.
The term “cyberpunk” appears to be a fiercely contested genre label, caught somewhere between the retro-worshipping fetishists and the far-flung promise of a future, capable of solving all of humanity’s current problems with imminent tech. The representatives of each are as debated and varied as the cityscape itself.