Jean-Claude Van Damme stars as Gibson a wondering mercenary living in the remnants of a post-apocalyptic New York. Whilst traversing through the wastes of New York, he stumbles across a cyborg who's carrying vital information about a cure for the plague that's ravaged the Earth. He takes decides to escort her to Atlanta to deliver the cure, whilst being chased down by a marauding gang of crazed bandits, in-which Gibson has had past encounters with.
Cyborg is a flat out terrible film. As I write this review i'm really struggling to find a single positive aspect from the film. This film doesn't contain one redeeming quality, going into the film I was hoping for a 'It's so bad, it's good' scenario, but this film couldn't even manage that. Every single aspect of this film is poorly executed. Whilst the film is a direct-to-video B movie, it doesn't excuse the sheer sloppy craftsmanship that's present on screen.
The action scenes were woefully choreographed. And the stunt work was some of the worst I've seen in a film. However this is further exacerbated by terrible shot compositions. At the best of times the action was half in frame, with the rest of the action set-pieces focused on the bland set design. The editing is utterly atrocious which made the half of a fight scene I could see, totally incoherent.
The films score? Soundtrack? I don't know what the fuck it was, but it wasn't music. Seriously a four year old using saucepans as drums would've been more audibly pleasurable. The films music was so tonally jarring I felt like I was watching a 90's daytime soap mixed with bad porno music.
All the actors in the film were abysmal. Jean-Claude was bad, but he at-least tried with his severely limited range. The main villain came across like a pound store Arnie. And whilst the script was giving none of the actors anything to work with, they were still boring and insipid and unable to bring a distinct characterisation to their roles.
This is easily one of the worst films I've seen this year. This film made me break my one rule I have when watching films, which is to not fall asleep. Three hours later, it's taken me longer to watch an 85 minute 'action film' then it took for me to watch Doctor Zhivago, I think that sums up this dumpster fire of a film.
Cyborg is a flat out terrible film. As I write this review i'm really struggling to find a single positive aspect from the film. This film doesn't contain one redeeming quality, going into the film I was hoping for a 'It's so bad, it's good' scenario, but this film couldn't even manage that. Every single aspect of this film is poorly executed. Whilst the film is a direct-to-video B movie, it doesn't excuse the sheer sloppy craftsmanship that's present on screen.
The action scenes were woefully choreographed. And the stunt work was some of the worst I've seen in a film. However this is further exacerbated by terrible shot compositions. At the best of times the action was half in frame, with the rest of the action set-pieces focused on the bland set design. The editing is utterly atrocious which made the half of a fight scene I could see, totally incoherent.
The films score? Soundtrack? I don't know what the fuck it was, but it wasn't music. Seriously a four year old using saucepans as drums would've been more audibly pleasurable. The films music was so tonally jarring I felt like I was watching a 90's daytime soap mixed with bad porno music.
All the actors in the film were abysmal. Jean-Claude was bad, but he at-least tried with his severely limited range. The main villain came across like a pound store Arnie. And whilst the script was giving none of the actors anything to work with, they were still boring and insipid and unable to bring a distinct characterisation to their roles.
This is easily one of the worst films I've seen this year. This film made me break my one rule I have when watching films, which is to not fall asleep. Three hours later, it's taken me longer to watch an 85 minute 'action film' then it took for me to watch Doctor Zhivago, I think that sums up this dumpster fire of a film.