Alita: Battle Angel’ Review: Do Female Cyborgs Dream of
Breasts?
At one point in “Alita: Battle Angel” — another dystopian
fantasy that reminds you of just how visionary the original “Blade Runner” was
— the cyborg heroine gets a new body. It’s a streamlined shoulder-to-foot job,
one that makes her look like a sex doll with a chrome-plated musculoskeletal
system. Her new physique turns out to be an innovative weapon and comes with
articulated parts, a wasp waist and what looks like a discreet chastity panel
for the groin. It also has larger breasts than the old model, a change that in
a snort-out-loud line is pinned on Alita’s own ideas about how she should look.
If only someone here were joking or had an idea about the
construction of femininity. Why does Alita (Rosa Salazar), who has a human
brain, even have breasts? Why does any cyborg that isn’t a sex bot or a wet
nurse? Genre convention only partly explains the onscreen look of this
character, originally created by Yukito Kishiro in his manga series.
Kishiro sexes up his cyborg, an amnesiac who in the first comic retains one protuberant breast when the rest of her body is destroyed. This brings to mind Jessica Rabbit, the bodacious femme fatale in “Who Framed Roger Rabbit” who purrs “I’m just drawn that way” — yeah, but by whom, for whom and why?
Kishiro sexes up his cyborg, an amnesiac who in the first comic retains one protuberant breast when the rest of her body is destroyed. This brings to mind Jessica Rabbit, the bodacious femme fatale in “Who Framed Roger Rabbit” who purrs “I’m just drawn that way” — yeah, but by whom, for whom and why?
“Alita” is the latest from James Cameron, though he takes only
some of the blame. He helped produce the movie and shares script credit with
Laeta Kalogridis (they collaborated on “Avatar”); he was going to direct it
himself but handed it off to Robert Rodriguez (“Sin City”). The presence of
other “Avatar” veterans — the senior visual effects supervisor, animation
supervisor and so on — raised expectations that “Alita” would at least look
good, different or inspired. But too much of its overall design feels borrowed,
by turns evoking the monochromatic clutter of “District 9,” the vertical
favelas of “Ready Player One” and the randomly milling, anonymous hordes of
whatever.
A pileup of clichés in service to technological whiz-bangery,
“Alita” is one more story of the not quite human brought to life with hubris
and bleeding-edge science.
It takes place in the 23rd century after a global cataclysm called the Fall. The movie’s story, inspirations and allusions (Hitchcock!), though, more rightly announce it as a 20th-century artifact, one that begins when Alita’s head and shoulders are found and refurbished by a paternalistic doctor, Ido (an atypically uneasy Christoph Waltz). Theirs is a post-apocalyptic meet-cute that morphs from yet another riff on Frankenstein’s monster into a sitcom-y father-and-daughter duet, plus brawling and exposition.
It takes place in the 23rd century after a global cataclysm called the Fall. The movie’s story, inspirations and allusions (Hitchcock!), though, more rightly announce it as a 20th-century artifact, one that begins when Alita’s head and shoulders are found and refurbished by a paternalistic doctor, Ido (an atypically uneasy Christoph Waltz). Theirs is a post-apocalyptic meet-cute that morphs from yet another riff on Frankenstein’s monster into a sitcom-y father-and-daughter duet, plus brawling and exposition.
The story proceeds by fits and starts with a narrative line —
Alita’s journey of self-awareness — that is embellished with a dreary
old-fashioned romance and regularly interrupted by chaotic action scenes. Some
of this crash-boom stuff takes place during a game called Motorball, one of
those survivalist contests that have been a genre staple since at least the
1975 film “Death Race 2000.” The contestants have something to do with Vector
(a wasted Mahershala Ali), a regulation villain who takes fashion cues from
“The Matrix.” This being a very small world, he lives with Ido’s ex, Chiren
(Jennifer Connelly), who when not selling her soul lounges in garters and
stockings.
Everything here tends to remind you of something else, including
Alita, who was created with performance capture. This involves monitoring and
recording a performer’s movements using sensors attached to her face and body,
information that becomes the foundation for a character that’s digitally
fleshed out. Cameron used a version of this technology to greater effect in
“Avatar,” a reminder that whatever his limitations as a filmmaker — he’s a
great visual storyteller who’s invariably easier on the eyes than ears — he is
a technological wiz. Salazar’s performance, alas, is consistently bland, but
then she was drawn and directed that way, like Jessica Rabbit.
It’s easy to imagine that both Salazar and Rodriguez would have
fared better if her face had been left alone rather than rendered into a
stylized manga cartoon, complete with a heart shape and eyes even bigger than
Emma Stone’s. It’s vaguely diverting to stare at Alita’s face, at least at
first, to ponder its shape, texture and pale color, and the way that her brow
furrows when she’s being emphatic. Mostly, though, what’s interesting about it
is that it lacks the conviction, the spark, which turns truly wonderful
animated creations — Disney’s Pinocchio, Hayao Miyazaki’s Ponyo — into
characters you laugh with and weep for. This is a matter of style, inspiration
and imagination, or their absence.
There’s so little at stake in “Alita: Battle Angel” that it
blurs into uninvolving spasms of visual and aural noise as it lurches to the
cliffhanger ending, a setup for promised sequels. If you stick around for the
end credits, you will read that “the making and authorized distribution of this
film supported over 15,000 jobs and involved hundreds of thousands of work
hours.” In other words, piracy threatens the American movie industry, even if a
chunk of the jobs here seem to have originated outside the United States. It’s
still a worthy wag of the finger, although it’s difficult not to wish that more
of those hours had been spent telling a really good story instead of tweaking
tech and shiny breasts.
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Wisconsin high school cheerleaders received awards for
biggest breasts, butt at banquet
A Wisconsin high school has reportedly come under fire for a
cheerleading award ceremony last year that saw some of the teens win awards
such as the “Big Boobie” and “Big Booty” awards.
Appalled parents contacted the American Civil Liberties Union
and on Tuesday the group sent a warning to the Kenosha Unified School District
that it might file a lawsuit over Tremper High School’s mock awards ceremony,
The New York Times reported.
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The ACLU accused the cheerleading coaches at the school of
making inappropriate comments toward the students and claimed the district was
“enabling sexual harassment,” The New York Times reported. The group called on
the district to take appropriate action against the coaches.
Tremper High School cheerleading coaches gave out awards to a
girl for her supposedly “enormous boobs” and also a “Big Booty” award to
another because “everybody loves her butt.” A freshman cheerleader also
received the “String Bean” award because she was “so light and skinny.”
Parents who were at the event told The New York Times they
were uncomfortable with the content.
“I looked around and thought, ‘Did that just happen?’ If my
daughter would have won one of those awards, I would’ve absolutely been rushing
the stage. It was just so wrong, in so many ways,” one mother told the
newspaper.
Tremper High School Principal Steve Knecht was reportedly
contacted about the awards by several other coaches and addressed the issue
with cheerleading coach Patti Uttech. The cheerleading coach told Knecht that
the awards were first given out in 2017 and that the senior class had
originally picked them out because of the things cheerleaders are required to
do every day.
“They are always getting butts in their faces and other body
parts,” Uttech told school administrators, according to The New York Times.
Uttech was asked to resign in May 2018 and told if she wanted to
still be a part of the team it should be in a behind-the-scenes
capacity, the newspaper reported. Uttech apologized to the girls but refused to
resign.
Tremper High School was told not to give out those kinds of
awards at any future banquets.
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