Demolition Man

Demolition Man is hilarious. It’s only set in 2030, but it’s like The Jetsons already, at least in San (Francisco/Los) Angeles, the white-picket-fence mega-metropolis of the future.

Some mind boggling one-liners, but there are truly hilarious scenes, like:

  • T.V. Reporter: [to John Spartan] How can you justify destroying a $7 million dollar mini mall to rescue a girl whose ransom was only $25,000 dollars?
  • Little Girl: FUCK YOU, LADY!

John Spartan is a stupid name, but nothing beats Lenina Huxley. Oh wait, it does, the main bad guy is called Cocteau. Talk about blowhards…

Just make sure you don’t look to close to the plot, or you’ll have to choose between Insecure Heterosexual Dirty Harry wannabe who just wants to kill people, Brave New World without Soma or the Wild West.

Worse of all, Taco Bell with valets, piano players and people to get your coat on the entrance. I was lucky to see the European version, where all instances of Taco Bell are replaced with Pizza Hut in a truly B-movie-esque fashion. They dubbed over close-ups on Stallone’s face, for crying out loud!


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Ephemera of Vision