When you’re in a grim post-apocalyptic world and you need a bodyguard who can do the splits, look no further than Jean-Claude Van Damme in 1989’s Cyborg. As JCVD treks across the outskirts of what we assume is Pittsburgh we drink Bell’s Expedition Stout before the weather gets too warm for dark heavy beer.
>Listen as Max, Ryan, & James ponder over how little this movie has to do with cyborgs<
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