This bad man is no man at all. He's a machine: sturdier than a tall building, able to break supporting players in his bare hands, shooting middle-aged ladies on sight, laying waste to entire police stations. He has taken a trip back through time, landing in 1984 (a favorite year for dystopian science fiction) on a mission to reverse the history of the 21st century, to perform a "retroactive abortion" on a woman destined to give birth to the next millennium's Savior. With his choppy hair, cryptic shades and state-of-the-80s leather ensemble, the cyborg looks like the Incredible Hulk gone punk in this lean, smart, wonderful thriller. In two sequels the creature became the heroine's helpmate, and almost cute call him Termie. That's a little tragedy for connoisseurs of movie villainy. Nothing worse than when a bad guy goes good.