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.
First of all, I’ve seen a few places around the net where people are asking if this is based on the book Contagion by Robin Cook. I’ve even spotted a few places where people are warning others away from the film, because it’s so totally nothing like the book they should just go read it instead of bothering with the flick. Well, here’s the thing — it’s nothing like the novel because it isn’t based on the novel. A guy named Scott Z. Burns wrote the script.
Being the King of England isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. No, seriously. Michael Gambon (Book of Eli) as George V sums it up nicely when he tells his younger son, the Duke of York (Colin Firth) that they’ve been reduced to actors. We’re used to that these days, but back in the 1930’s, people still remembered a time when being royal meant that you could levy taxes and declare wars — if not all by yourself, at least without too much trouble from Parliaments and Prime Ministers.