This is a futuristic drama where cybernetic robots are so realistic they perform many functions humans used to do, even prostitution.
A renegade cyborg with thick lips, big tits, and a kick ass attitude teaches us all a valuable lesson about being human.
The vile, despicable bad guy in this 1993 film is gay. He’s obscene, psychopathic, vain, egocentric, self centered, narcissistic, and violent beyond rage. Hallelujah, finally a realistic depiction of the homosexual archetype.
Angelina Jolie, as the sexy cyborg, is sensual like you’ve never seen her — even with those natural, unenhanced breasts. She captures your attention in every scene with superb acting skills, body language, and facial expressions.
The modern Jolie depends far more on moving eyeballs and pumped up titties to keep our attention. What a waste of quality talent.
This film shows you just how powerful political correctness is, in stifling all attempts to characterize any gay character as the bad guy.
Any more, it’s worse than worshiping Hitler, Stalin, and Ghengis Khan put together — if any gay character utters a single, solitary disparaging word your career in films is finished, fin, the end.
The evil gay guy has balls, I give him that. He’s assertive, driven, and he even rolls up his sleeves and throws his punches like a man in the end. None of this servile, fawning, sissy-fied, limp-wristed balderdash gays dish out these days.
Modern gays have strayed so far beyond the pale of manhood as to not even be human any more. They’ve become a hive mentality they depend on communal reinforcement so much.
They identify only as a group any more, as a paranoid cluster of sub-humans who can’t even, in their entirety, approach the grace and dignity of a single honorable heterosexual man.
