<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title>Robocop - vo.rs</title><link>https://vo.rs/tags/robocop/</link><description>Latest from the Robocop desk at vo.rs.</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en</language><copyright>This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.</copyright><lastBuildDate>Tue, 26 Mar 2024 09:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://vo.rs/tags/robocop/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>RoboCop: Verhoeven's Satire in a Bulletproof Suit</title><link>https://vo.rs/screen/robocop-verhoevens-satire-in-a-bulletproof-suit/</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Paul Verhoeven read the &lt;em&gt;RoboCop&lt;/em&gt; script, thought it was juvenile trash, and threw it in the bin. His wife fished it out and told him he had missed the point: underneath the man-becomes-machine action toy was a satire he was uniquely equipped to detonate. She was right, and the 1987 film that resulted is the reason Verhoeven, a Dutch director making his American debut, understood the United States better than the people who greenlit it. &lt;em&gt;RoboCop&lt;/em&gt; looks like the crudest kind of eighties violence delivery system. It is one of the sharpest political films the decade produced, and it hid the sermon so well that plenty of viewers cheered the spectacle without ever noticing they were the target.&lt;/p&gt;</description><pubDate>Tue, 26 Mar 2024 09:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>