Bruce, Sylvester, Arnold -- all the sissy boys' names of the '50s have grown up, like onetime 97-lb. weaklings, to take their revenge by attaching themselves to the macho men of the '80s. Springsteen, Stallone . . . Schwarzenegger! Who'd have thought it? That an Austrian body builder with gap teeth and a goofy moniker could become Hollywood's Brahmin of brawn?
Scoffers reckoned without Schwarzenegger's wry star quality: he is a bulkier-than-life creature who knows he's a cartoon. So his pecs-'n'-sex epics have become dependably profitable. And in the occasional election year, he makes a good movie. In 1984's The Terminator...
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