Arnold the Barbarian drops buck- nekkid out of the sky and walks around sticking his arm through the stomachs of punk rockers in this cross between "The Road Warrior" and "Halloween," with some "Zombie" tossed in to make it disgusting. Arnold is a cyborg zapped into El Lay from the future whose mission is to wipe out Linda Hamilton so she can't give birth to the guy who's gonna kill him in the year 2029. So the A- Man gets him some Hell's Angeles threads and walks into a gun store and tells Dick Miller than he wants a 12-gauge auto-loader shotgun, a .45 long-slide heavy-duty handgun with laser sighting, a 9-millimeter pistol, and a Plasma rifle with a 40-watt range- finder and then Dick Miller says "Will there be anything else?" and the A-Man blows Dick away in slow motion and walks out of the store like a National Guard Armory with legs. Fortunately, Linda Hamilton knows the A-Man is breathing heavy, so she gets her OWN nekkid enforcer from the future--Michael Biehn. When HE lands nekkid in the alley, he has to run through a K-Mart with cops chasing him before he gets dressed and steals a shotgun and starts hanging around Linda Hamilton's apartment. Arnold blows away 20 or 30 guys when he gets insulted in a disco, but even when Michael pumps 12 shotgun holes through him, it doesn't matter. The A-Man just goes back to his motel room, carves up his arm, then sticks a knife directly in his eyeball and pulls out the eye and throws it in the sink. Then there's a lot of plot about where Arnold came from, and the nuclear war in the future, and blah blah blah, then a couple GREAT motor-vehicle chases where they almost catch Arnold, and then Arnold drives his car THROUGH the police station and kills about 20 cops, and then he shoots up a motel room, and then there's some more chases where Arnold's on a cycle, until a Mack Truck runs him over and bloodies him up. Now he's p.o.ed. From now on out, whenever you think he's dead-- he's not. Four breasts. Thirty-seven dead bodies. Two beasts. Dempster Dumpster truck destructor scene. Intestines roll. Forearms roll. Eyes roll. One pet iguana. Four motor vehicle chases, with crash-and-burn. Rat-eating refugees who set fires in their TV sets. Seven quarts blood. A 77 on the Vomit Meter. Written and directed by James Cameron.