Reviewed on 2008 January 26
Would some tech geek please make an iPod dock that looks like an ED-209? I’d buy that f… oh, you know.
Officer Alex J. Murphy (Peter Weller) is transferred to a precinct in Detroit, which under Paul Verhoeven’s direction looks like a canto of Hell even Dante was squeamish to write about. He’s paired up with Officer Anne Lewis (Nancy Allen) and, because this is a Verhoeven movie, mercilessly shot up on his first day. (Be advised it ain’t getting much prettier. It is a very bloody movie but it you can make it past that scene you should be able to handle the rest of it.)
Murphy isn’t going to rest in peace — he’s going to be used to make a crime-fighting cyborg. This is the brain child of Bob Morton (Miguel Ferrer), one of the coke-snorting weasels-in-chief of OCP, or Omni Consumer Products. He’s been lobbying for a cyborg cop and Murphy is as good a guinea pig as any. There’s a lot more, of course, but to get into it would be a disservice to anyone who hasn’t seen it yet.
The movie is a wild ride, even if you do feel your stomach lurch while watching it. This thing features (and makes fun of) just about every symptom of ’80s excess. Verhoeven’s caustic wit is at its best here. On one level, it’s blood ’n’ guts and things ’sploding. On another, it’s making fun of corporations and pop culture. Watch the first cyborg prototype malfunction in the boardroom, and then enjoy Dan O’Herlihy’s priceless reaction.
Three chocolate morsels.