Cyborg
Christ, that’s intense. Like a not so good version of Solomon Kane, same vibes but less production values.
Van Damme is literally a Rockatansky figure, from The Road Warrior. He was a Slinger who stowed away the weapons to live a quiet, peaceful life with a woman and her children. The stepdad routine was interrupted by the antagonist, evil Rastafarian buff dude with deep blue eyes. His gang tortures and kill his family, and take away his daughter as a new member. Now, Gibson roams the wasteland, seeking revenge.
There’s also the side plot that names the film, like The Last of Us. Ivory Tower doctors send a cyborg skinjob to retrieve data to find a cure, but the evil gang captures the (female) cyborg. They will take her to Atlanta to get the cure for themselves. Some large breasted lady narrowly escapes her village being pillaged, and vows to make the cyborg arrive safely.
Our Max Gibson and the big breasted lady chase the gang, and sometimes she is the damsel in distress, sometimes she is Trinity. They have a lot of fights with the gang, and Van Damme even gets crucified in a boat in the desert.
In the final showdown, the big breasted woman dies, but the cyborg is safe in Atlanta, so the cure might go ahead. Our Max reunites with his estranged daughter and they roam the wasteland again.
This is my place for ramblings about sequences of images that exploit the human visual limitation know as persistence of vision.