Commando (1985)

Tagline: Somewhere… Somehow… Someone’s going to pay.

Starring: Arnold Schwarzenegger, Rae Dawn Chong, Dan Hedeya, Vernon Welles, Alyssa Milano, James Olsen, David Patrick Kelly, Bill Duke, Drew Snyder, Sharon Wyatt, Michael DeLano, Bob Minor, Michael Adams, Gary Carlos Cervantes, Lenny Juliano

Director: Mark L. Lester

18 | 90 min/ 92 min (director’s cut) | Action

Writers: Jeff Loeb (story) Matthew Weisman (story) Steven E. De Souza (screenplay)

Budget: $10,000,000 US


A year after he was launched to superstardom as a relentless cyborg assassin in James Cameron‘s The Terminator, Arnie would return with a bigger profile, bigger budget, and therefore bigger expectations.

It wouldn’t prove a problem.

Arnie had faced bigger obstacles in his life, had achieved the kind of feats nobody could ever have imagined for him. In fact, back before he broke onto the mainstream as Conan the Barbarian, he had once been told, rather bluntly, that he would never be a great actor. For an Austrian kid who would one day govern the state of California, the solution to this assertion was simple: he would become the biggest movie star in the world instead. And boy, did he ever!

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Peanut butter and mayonnaise? Ohhhh, you barrrstarrd!

Forget your Seagals and your Van Dammes, and even your Oscar winning screenwriters like Stallone, the action genre was epitomised by one man – perhaps the biggest and most recognised star in all of movie history – and his legacy will never be matched. Sure, his delivery was awkward, his acting as wooden as the biggest oak in the forest, but Arnie was Box Office, plain and simple, and if you couldn’t drag a passable performance out of him then producers were sure to find someone who could.

Directed by Mark L. Lester, Commando is an exercise in tongue-in-cheek hypermasculinity which has little time for insight or logic. This is bulging biceps, spurious espionage, and mustachioed gymnasts twirling and dancing to their laughable demise as our hero bumbles his way through an entire army single handed. In terms of errors in editing, I could write a book, and protagonist John Matrix is so invincible that he is able to take cover behind rose bushes without suffering so much as a scratch, while utilising the kind of mindless gung-ho tactics that would have seen America conquered long ago if he were in fact the best in his field as so much exposition would have us believe. 


The kind of stealth skills that are not acquired overnight.

When we first meet Matrix we find a fellow of simple pleasures, a retired woodsman who likes to share ice cream with his daughter Jenny (Milano), or hand feed mountain deer so wild they causally eat from the giant’s hand and are obviously chained to a bush. But don’t let the bumbling dick-slap persona fool you, for when pushed Matrix is a one-man killing machine, a retired elite Black-Ops Commando, and not the listless, homoerotic dunderhead who appears onscreen.

While busy enjoying retirement, Matrix has his lunch interrupted by General Kirby (Olsen), the man who taught Matrix everything he knew until he inevitably grew to know more. So attuned is Matrix to the art of combat that he has the ability to smell choppers approaching from a mile away, while a simple change in wind direction is enough to alert him to a sniper’s presence. Kirby informs Matrix that the members of his old platoon are being bumped off and that he may be next. Before Kirby’s chopper is even out of sight – and I mean that quite literally – Matrix comes under fire, and after dialling the highly complex security code to his secret weapons storage unit – 13 – he is locked and loaded and out of retirement. Unfortunately for him, Jenny has already been kidnapped by sloppy S&M icon Bennett (Vernon Wells), a fat Freddy Mercury lookalike with a South African twang who never looks capable of taking on our hulking protagonist.

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Can anyone point me to a glory hole?

However, due to some quite astonishing tactical ineptitude, America’s best is soon at his gay adversary’s mercy. With a bit of back-to-basics exposition, we find out that Matrix had Bennett kicked out of the force, and ever since that day he has been waiting to pay him back. Thanks to exiled Latin American dictator Arias, Bennett is finally given that opportunity. Arias wants to assassinate the president of his homeland and believes Matrix is the only man for the job, so much so that he has concocted the kind of elaborate plan which is doomed to fail when he simply could have hired a sniper.

Calling on his years of strategic experience, Matrix abducts airhead civilian Cindy (Rae Dawn Chong) who almost has him arrested in a mall until the nutjob’s multiple acts of battery see her have a change of heart and offer her assistance. After watching him graduate to multiple murder she even aids him in the armed robbery of a weapons store, firing a perfectly aimed rocket at the cops who arrest him and flipping their truck in such a manner that the door falls open and Matrix is able to exit unscathed. Not only that, but the cops forgot to handcuff the gun nut and our hero is back on schedule.


One squeak of the trunks and his incredible sense of smell alerted him to a much more localised odour.

Cindy then willingly escorts her kidnapper across a no-fly zone in a stolen plane to the South American hideout where Jenny is being held, and what follows is the most logic-defying action finale of all time in which, with no apparent tactical approach, Matrix disposes of an entire rogue army while enduring little more than a flesh wound. Slitting throats, sawing scalps and chopping off arms, Arnie is at his most ludicrously invincible as bullets zip past him and stuntmen are propelled off springboards to dazzling effect.

Were the makers of Commando producing this kind of senseless, big-budget claptrap with a knowing wink? You would certainly hope so, although with the amount of grade A cocaine available in 80’s Hollywood, you could perhaps forgive them for thinking that what they were making was legitimate.

Best Kill

After ripping a section of steel piping off the wall, Matrix uses it as a javelin, impaling the dastardly Bennett, who then begins to emit massive quantities of steam for some reason. Moments later, his watching 11 year-old daughter jumps for joy as her kidnapper chokes on his own blood.

Oh daddy, I knew you’d kill them in the end!

Most Absurd Moment

With Jenny at the mercy of the bad guys, Matrix agrees to the proposed assassination and is promptly escorted onto the plane by a no-nonsense thug. Immediately snapping his babysitter’s neck and complaining of air sickness, our burly hero then leaps 500 feet from an airborne flight into a shallow puddle of water, only to emerge bone dry and ready for action.

Worst Editing Crime

When Matrix catches up with a cute little shit named Sully and dangles him by an ankle over the Hollywood Hills, you can clearly see the cable he is attached to for a good few seconds. Not once, but twice.

Remember when I said I was going to kill you last? I lied!

Most Blatant Fail in Continuity

After pursuing Sully at high speed and crashing into a telephone post without a sea belt, an unscathed Matrix flips his target’s car, totally destroying one side. In the next scene he and Cindy drive away in the same car, which is suddenly brand new without so much as a scratch.

Most Absurd Dialogue

I was going to go for the iconic, ‘Let off some steam, Bennett!’ but that’s just too obvious. So instead I’ll take you to a scene at the beginning of the movie when Matrix and Jenny are enjoying some of the youngster’s highly suspect sandwiches.

Casually reading one of his daughter’s pop music magazines, Matrix spots a picture of Boy George, and in his monotone drawl decides to make an observation.

Matrix: Why don’t they just call him Girl George? It would cut out all of the confusion I think.’

Good one, John.

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An action flick that can be viewed ad nauseum without ever losing its accidental charm, this is B-movie pap masquerading as big-budget extravaganza, and with more cheesy one-liners and cinematic faux pas than anything Arnie has ever been involved with, Commando truly deserves its place among the pantheon of the immortals.


Cedric Smarts
: Editor-in-Chief and Art Director

Science fiction author, horror enthusiast, scourge of plutocracy, shortlisted for the H. G. Wells Award, creator of
Likes: 80s poster art, Vangelis, classical liberalism, dystopian allegories, dissident political activism, Noam Chomsky, George Orwell, George Saunders, John Updike, Kurt Vonnegut


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