Mr. Van Damme's Gibson is so opaque that he makes Mel Gibson's Mad Max seem weepy by comparison.

Few genres amuse me more than post-apocalyptic fantasies about supermen fighting for survival. Cyborg is one of the funniest examples of this category, which crosses Escape from New York with The Road Warrior but cheats on the budget.

It's just another martial arts film, all dressed up with no place to go.

It never distinguishes itself as anything but another Mad Max wannabe, although its minor success did lead to two straight-to-video sequels (the first with an 18-year-old Angelina Jolie, the second with OJ Simpson's freeloading houseguest Kato Kaelin).