Netflix content reviewed in 150 words. Or thereabouts.
RoboCop (1987)
Dir: Paul Verhoeven 102 minutes |
Lazer-targeted satire of rampant commercialism?
Ultra-violent action pulp? Or a dark sci-fi parable on the nature of autonomy?
Appropriately enough, Paul Verhoeven’s brutally savage crime yarn welds the very
human grit, sleaze and carnage of 70’s grindhouse to the corporate mechanical sheen
of coked-up 80’s excess; a motorised monster of a movie utterly thrilling from
start to finish on any level you choose to take it.
No need to buy it for a dollar. Just stream it, ok? |
Dick and Ed |
A taut tale expediently told, Peter Weller’s transformation
from rookie to robot has a breathless quality, drenched in pitch black humour
that lifts it above its generic genre brethren. Crucially, the comedy never
undercuts the drama – moreover, it adds to the rich tapestry of a film that in
the wrong hands, could have easily been a cheesy superhero pastiche. As it stands, RoboCop is a curious and furious mix of debauched hedonism and the faintly fascistic. Verhoven
done good. Now give the man a hand.
10/10
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