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Cyborg

1989
6 min read
By VHS Heaven Team

Dust off that VCR head cleaner, folks, because we're diving deep into the grimy, post-apocalyptic wasteland of 1989's Cyborg. This isn't just any slice of late-80s action; it’s a film literally built from the wreckage of other cinematic dreams, emerging as a gloriously low-budget vehicle for a rising Belgian star. Forget slick interfaces and nanotech – this is the future rendered in rust, sweat, and the unmistakable power of a Jean-Claude Van Damme roundhouse kick.

### From He-Man to Hard Rain

The very existence of Cyborg is a testament to the wild days of Cannon Films. Here’s a killer Retro Fun Fact: this movie was salvaged from the ashes of two other projects! Cannon had already sunk around $2 million into costumes and sets for a planned sequel to Masters of the Universe (1987) and a live-action Spider-Man movie (yes, really!). When both fell through, legendary B-movie maestro Albert Pyun, known for his ability to stretch a nickel into a feature film (think The Sword and the Sorcerer (1982)), was tasked with cobbling together a new movie using those existing assets. Handed a minuscule budget (reportedly just $500,000) and a tight schedule, Pyun delivered Cyborg, a film that absolutely feels like it was forged in budget-conscious fire.

The premise is pure pulp: Gibson Rickenbacker (Jean-Claude Van Damme), a mercenary "slinger," escorts Pearl Prophet (Deborah Richter), a cyborg carrying vital information to cure a plague devastating humanity, through the ruins of America. Standing in their way is Fender Tremolo (Vincent Klyn) and his gang of nihilistic pirates who want the cure for themselves to wield ultimate power. Yes, the hero and villain are named after guitar parts – it’s that kind of movie, and honestly, we wouldn't have it any other way.

### The Muscles from Brussels Delivers the Pain

By '89, Van Damme was riding high off Bloodsport (1988) but hadn't quite hit the Universal Soldier (1992) stratosphere. Cyborg showcases his raw physical presence perfectly. Gibson isn't a complex character – he's stoic, haunted by flashbacks (rendered in glorious, slightly cheesy slow-motion), and exceptionally good at kicking people. Van Damme performs his signature splits and high kicks amidst rubble and decay, bringing a balletic grace to the brutality. His physical performance is the character, conveying more through a strained grimace or a perfectly executed kick than pages of dialogue ever could.

Opposite him, Vincent Klyn cuts an imposing figure as Fender. A real-life professional surfer, Klyn brought an unnerving intensity to the role, his icy stare and gravelly voice making Fender a memorable 80s movie psycho. He’s not just evil; he’s gleefully evil, embodying the despair of this broken world. Their final confrontation is a highlight, a brutal slugfest that feels genuinely exhausting.

### Real Stunts, Real Grit

Let's talk action, because that's the main course here. Forget polished CGI fights – Cyborg's action is pure, unadulterated practical mayhem. When someone gets thrown through a wall, you feel the impact. The knife fights are fast, brutal, and feel genuinely dangerous. Remember how real those bullet hits looked back then? Here, it’s less about firearms and more about close-quarters combat, showcasing the incredible work of the stunt team. This raw physicality is something increasingly rare today. You see the strain, the effort, the sheer grit involved.

Of course, that commitment to practical action came with risks. Here's another Retro Fun Fact that highlights the intensity: During the filming of a fight scene, Van Damme accidentally struck actor Jackson "Rock" Pinckney (one of Fender's main henchmen) in the eye with a prop knife. The injury was serious, leading to Pinckney losing sight in that eye and later suing Van Damme and Cannon Films, eventually settling out of court. It’s a grim reminder of the real dangers stunt performers and actors faced bringing these visceral sequences to life before digital safety nets became commonplace. The Wilmington, North Carolina locations add to the gritty, dilapidated atmosphere – you can almost smell the damp concrete and decay.

### The Sound of Scraping Metal

The film’s aesthetic is pure late-80s dystopian grime. Everything looks rusted, broken, or jury-rigged. The costumes, likely repurposed remnants from those failed Cannon projects, add to the unique, if slightly thrown-together, look. Complementing the visuals is Kevin Bassinson's synth-heavy score, full of metallic clangs, droning ambience, and driving electronic beats that perfectly capture the film's bleak but energetic tone. It’s dated, sure, but in that perfectly evocative way that instantly transports you back to the era.

Critically, Cyborg was largely dismissed upon release, seen as just another violent B-movie. But audiences, particularly on home video, found something compelling in its stripped-down narrative and relentless action. It became a video store staple, the kind of tape you’d grab for a Friday night action fix. Despite its tiny budget, it pulled in over $10 million at the box office – a solid return proving Pyun and Van Damme delivered exactly what the genre audience craved. Its success undoubtedly helped cement Van Damme's status as a bankable action hero.

### VHS Heaven Rating: 6.5/10

The Verdict: Look, Cyborg isn't high art. The plot is thin, the dialogue occasionally clunky, and the world-building relies more on suggestion than detail. But judged as a piece of raw, unpretentious 80s action cinema, it absolutely delivers. Van Damme is magnetic in his brooding physicality, Vincent Klyn is a memorable villain, and the practical action sequences possess a visceral grit often missing today. Its low-budget origins are part of its charm, forcing a creativity born of necessity. It earns its 6.5 for delivering pure, unadulterated genre satisfaction with undeniable energy and some truly crunching fight choreography.

Final Thought: Gleaming chrome this ain't; Cyborg is pure, unfiltered scrap metal action, welded together with B-movie grit and Van Damme's sheer force of will – a rusty, rough-edged gem from the glory days of the video store action shelf.