One movie that hasn't held up all that well: RoboCop. I remember being madly in love with it, appreciating its slightly radical satirical tone, simultaneously celebrating and damning the ultra-conservative, money-driven, consumerist Reagan-era USA.

You were never quite sure about Paul Verhoeven, then or later, whether he was joking or if he was serious. I suspect a bit of both (Showgirls vs. Starship Troopers, for example). In some ways, RoboCop was a landmark movie...in 1987. It hasn't aged well at all.

Now it all seems just a tiny bit silly; a dated commentary about a corporate future filled with bad ties, parodies of TV shows and commercials that fail to outrage in today's reality-infested climate, big hair, and staunch, robotic super-heroes with Dirty Harry-esque one-liners. "Dead or alive, you're coming with me." Yeah, yeah. It was the greatest thing in the world in 1987, just like Arnold Schwarzenegger, yo-yos, and the Commodore Amiga. Now, though, you feel a bit embarrassed about it all, like meeting class-mates who never got past high-school.

I'm not knocking the movie. It's just that some things should be left where they belong: in the past. Like RoboCop. Like Arnold Schwarzenegger. Like yo-yos.  ¶ 22:43