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Wanna know who I love? I love The Running Man, which is turning 25 years old today. Based on a story by Stephen King, it's got everything, if everything were steroid-stuffed maniacs in latex jumpsuits bleeding each other out. (Which it is, natch.) It's like somebody took a look at The Tenth Victim and said, you know what this thing needs? Men strangled with barbed wire or mutilated in the dick with a chainsaw. Done and done!
(Psst - Buzzsaw had to split.) Anyway I am going to ask the following question even though y'all always go silent whenever I imply that once upon a time Arnold was somebody worthy of any lust at all, because his lumberjacked look at the start of this movie informed much of my pubescence.
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