I was home, brought low by a head cold, and while perusing Netflix discovered that the 2014 remake of the brilliant 1987 Robocop was available. Since I didn't have to expend any additional funds, or even much effort, I watched it. Let's not beat around the bush: Jose Padilha's Robocop is awful. It is lifeless, soulless, and utterly lacking any reason for being. This is ironic in that Paul Verhoeven's original film, while being a dark and biting satire, also explored definitions of life and the human soul. Apparently all of the production forces at work in the remake thought those things were excess baggage. At an unspecified time in the future, America apparently rules the planet. Omnicorp, the leader in the production and worldwide distribution of autonomous combat robots, wants to bring its wares to the US, only that's illegal. Seeking a way to sway public opinion, the vile corporate dogs hatch a plan to put a man in a machine, thus creating Robocop. See, that m...
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