Robocop

Alex stares at his new hand and his old, trying to tell left from right.

It will shock no one when I mention that I haven’t seen the original Robocop movie, or indeed any of the sequels or TV series it inspired. One of these days I’ll sit down with a list of all those movies you’re supposed to see before you die and my Netflix account and see how far I can get. I am informed, however, that this version is both less bloody (it’s PG-13, after all) and less cyberpunk than the original, and Detroit actually doesn’t look like such an awful place to live even before Robocop is on the job.

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Sucker Punch

Baby, Sweet Pea, Rocket, Amber, Blondie, Mme. Gorsky, Sneezy, and Doc.

It’s as I feared. I still don’t know why it’s called Sucker Punch. People do get sucker punched, but it’s hardly a major focus of the film. Actually, there really isn’t a major focus. I’ll try to explain, though I’m pretty sure it won’t help.

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