Karen Mok comes at you in sections. It's partly a result of her gallimaufry of genes: Chinese, Welsh, German, Persian, a heady hereditary cocktail. She looks and speaks Chinese, but when she palavers in English, out pours E.M. Forster starchy Brit-speak. She does "yah," she does "-ish" and she'll use the word 'prat' or 'ponce' with intuitive aplomb. Not to mention the bodywork: Mok's put together like an E-type Jaguar, curvaceous, sinuous, pantheresque. She's got legs Lara Croft wouldn't mind and a brain Angelina Jolie wouldn't recognize.
The girl's certainly putting it all to work. She's shooting with...
