Arnold Schwarzenegger, who has proven himself to be at least adequate when cast as himself (Pumping Iron) or a fictional version of himself (Stay Hungry) or a comic-book superhero (Conan the Barbarian and the Destroyer) or a robot (The Terminator), is nonetheless an actor of severe and obvious limitations. It may well be that there are former FBI agents and current small-town Southern sheriffs who hail from central Europe, talk like the Son of Dracula, and have spent half their life in the weight room. But this can hardly be accepted as normal and pass without comment. (Kathryn Harrold's gasp when his shirt comes off is a start, but it is also unfortunately the finish.) Nor can it be accepted as normal, or remotely possible, to say nothing of suspenseful, that this man should be able to wipe out the entire Chicago mob single-handedly and in one swipe. Directed by John Irvin. (1986) — Duncan Shepherd
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