Film

Total Recall

Name: Total Recall
Genre: Action, Adventure, Science Fiction
Released: 1990
Cast: Arnold Schwarzenegger, Rachel Ticotin, Sharon Stone, Michael Ironside, Marshall Bell

Verhoeven's gloriously excessive slice of sci-fi paranoia sends Arnold Schwarzenegger to Mars, or does he just think he does? Equal parts brutal action movie and philosophical prank, it never lets you settle on what's real, layering practical gore effects and gleeful one-liners over a genuinely unsettling identity crisis. Loud, dumb-smart, and completely committed to its own joke.

TMDb rating

7.3

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