Review of Cyborg

You really have to appreciate Cyborg for the fact that it knows exactly what it is and never attempts to be more than that. It is very comfortable in its own B-movie skin which gives it a certain level of charm. This is a Canon film through and through, complete with awkward line delivery, gratuitous violence and nudity, and action scenes that spit in the face of logic. It ranks among Van Damme's best alongside Bloodsport and Hard Target. Here he's dirtied up, rocking a blowout, and mumbling his way through the English language. Van Damme plays Gibson, a Slinger which is sort of like a bodyguard-for-hire who is recruited by a cyborg to get her to Atlanta where they can develop the cure for the plague. She is being pursued by a rag tag group of Pirates lead by the fearsome Fender, who talks like a surfer Andre the Giant and likes to intimidate people with his florescent blue eyes. I haven't seen eyes this menacing since The Eyes Of Laura Mars. The whole movie is basically a long cat and mouse chase from New York to Atlanta in about the same time it took The Warriors to get from the Bronx to Coney Island. Van Damme doing what he does best here, playing the troubled loner and demonstrating both his body and his martial arts skills with gusto. You gotta love that showdown at the end between Gibs and Fender, there's more yelling than fighting! Yeeeeaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah! It's silly, it's wacky, it's Canon. I LIKE THIS WOOOORRRLLD!!!