Two of them were written or co-written by Edward Neumeier, and they are satires of the American commitment to the believe that no problem is so sophisticated that you can't solve it with a fuckton of violence, as well as the broken-down system of media consumption that permits such simple-minded amorality to thrive: RoboCop and Starship Troopers , and the writer was absolutely in on the joke, though it's not always clear that the audience was.
Director Paul Verhoeven ("Total Recall," "Basic Instinct," "Starship Troopers," "Showgirls") situates the story in a near-future Detroit (but filmed in Dallas) that has been overrun by criminals and in the process turned over to a private company, the OCP (Omni Consumer Products), for policing.
That's the real tragedy of RoboCop: that those romantic Robert Heinlein dreams (lest we forget that Verhoeven eventually tackled Heinlein with Starship Troopers) were tied to tenterhooks of satire and deep societal unrest all along.
Directed by Paul ''Tomorrow's Blockbuster Belongs to Me'' Verhoeven, who returns here to the nihilistic shock-comix mode of RoboCop and Total Recall, the picture is like Aliens, Star Wars, Top Gun, and Jurassic Park all jammed together, the whole concoction slathered with a gob of Verhoeven's smirking Euro-sadist perversity (leering jokes about lost limbs, much sexualized insect imagery).
Verhoeven has a rip-roaring, rootin' tootin' sci-fi war story that is way better than "Total Recall," and the equal of "RoboCop," his earlier box-office smashes of that genre.
Director Paul Verhoeven's filmic dalliances with sex ("Showgirls," "Basic Instinct") and sardonic sci-fi action ("Total Recall," "RoboCop") are genres merged here to entertaining, engaging, exciting results.