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Everyone knows it: Blade Runner (1982) is more than a film, it is a passion. A high-tech Kowloon dragging us to the edge of what we are as a civilization, surrounded by a renewed noir aesthetic. Cyberpunk was a shared task right from the start, fellas: Ridley Scott came in, so Philip K. Dick passed and then William Gibson watched the damn movie, amazed. That would be a new audiovisual odyssey in a nutshell, partially based on actual dystopian scenarios. But allow me to be annoying: Scott’s masterpiece is beyond sci-fi, it constituted another way of facing the hard-boiled genre. I am aware that a bunch of forums and chatrooms went mad discussing what would be the meaning of the unicorns or whether Deckard was or was not a replicant, but all of this is nerdy crap that prevents us for the one fact: when the neo-noir collapsed into the science fiction, a Modern Prometeus was given birth. Have you ever seen a classic movie called The Asphalt Jungle (1950)? If you have, you should be aware o...