One-man-army revenge fantasy, but with more of a "reason" for the hero's invincibility than is normally mustered for someone like Sylvester Stallone or Chuck Norris: he's a cyborg, implanted with the brain cells (and painfully vivid memories) of a murdered Detroit policeman. Moving with the smartness of a drum major, and fitted with a breastplate that out-Schwarzeneggers Schwarzenegger, he makes a strong bid for inclusion in the ranks of comic-book superheroes (in the somewhat worryingly Fascistic vein). Toward that end, his first night on the streets is highly successful, as is his subsequent battle with another model of robot. The movie's courtship of the bright eleven-year-old comes to seem a bit more of a handicap in its efforts at "satire." And the gore is more for the dimmer elevener. With Peter Weller, Ronny Cox, and Nancy Allen; directed by Paul Verhoeven. (1987) — Duncan Shepherd
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