This bad man is no man at all. He's a machine: sturdier than
a tall building, able to break supporting players in his
bare hands, shooting middle-aged ladies on sight, laying
waste to entire police stations. He has taken a trip back
through time, landing in 1984 (a favorite year for dystopian
science fiction) on a mission to reverse the history of the
21st century, to perform a "retroactive abortion"
on a woman destined to give birth to the next millennium's
Savior. With his choppy hair, cryptic shades and
state-of-the-80s leather ensemble, the cyborg looks like the
Incredible Hulk gone punk in this lean, smart, wonderful
thriller. In two sequels the creature became the heroine's
helpmate, and almost cute — call him Termie. That's a
little tragedy for connoisseurs of movie villainy. Nothing
worse than when a bad guy goes good.