John Matrix (Arnold Schwarzenegger) is the embodiment of the 80's action movie icon at its most ridiculous. Built like a Greek God, single-minded, super humanly strong and armed with an arsenal of one liners that would turn Tim Vine green with envy; this fearless, death-dealing hero goes about his uber-violent business without a thought in the world for the woman that made it all possible. After his daughter, Jenny, is kidnapped by Bennett a man who thinks wearing chain mail over a t-shirt is the height of fashion - Matrix springs into action and duly begins killing everyone he can get his hands on in a bid to get his daughter back. Along the way he 'enlists' and I use this word incredibly loosely, it's more like conscription the help of Cindy (Rae Dawn Chong), an air stewardess who in the world of this film doesn't even deserve a surname. During Commando's 90-minute running time John Matrix does the following; inexplicably rips out the seat of Cindy's convertible and then crashes it, forces Cindy to pose as a prostitute so he can fight Bill Duke in a hotel room and breaks into an armoury with her help. During the raid 'elite commando' Matrix is unfortunately caught by a group of 'plucky cops', leaving it up to Cindy to save the day by firing a rocket launcher into the prison van to free him. The duo then steal a sea-plane, which air stewardess and trainee pilot it could happen - Cindy flies to the tropical island where Matrix's daughter is being held. Phew! Cindy deals with all of the above very stoically, not once complaining or losing her temper and her reward for all this? Mr Matrix telling his daughter that this is her new 'Mommy' without so much as a first date or a kiss. What more could any woman want? You might 'be back', John, but she won't.
