I don't seek to offend any of the ultra-religious among you (I'm sure there are at least a few, right?). I, myself, wasn't brought up in a particularly religious household, with the exception of an incredibly weird couple months where I was forced to take a Baptist crash course. This is meant in a more tongue-in-cheek manner than serious theological discussion. Thus endeth the disclaimer.
RoboCop is the story of Alex Murphy, a man who dedicated his life to serving the people of a dystopian Detroit. A servant of the people who was brutally killed. He died, not necessarily for our sins, but definitely because of them.
He died only to be resurrected in the form of the titular RoboCop. A zombie cyborg savior preprogrammed with his own list of commandments and dedicated to judging the wicked for their crimes and protecting the innocent (relatively speaking, anyway).
There's even a trinity of movies, though two is kinda iffy and should probably join three in the dregs of the early nineties that spawned them. There was even a second coming...
although there are those of us who wish the powers that be would leave well enough alone (sorry Joel Kinnaman).
That's why I celebrate today with an homage to a little slice of cheesy 80's ultra-violence and encourage one and all to do the same. Happy Easter everybody!