Sylvester Stallone is a weirdo when you think about it. He does all of that weight-lifting, physical training and protein overloads and then in the movies he wants to be a SENSITIVE GUY. Even in First Blood, after Rambo slaughters the entire police department of a sleepy Pacific Northwest town, Stallone breaks down and cries. In that sense, no other 80s muscle-head movie star was anything like him. Stallone stands alone. He even wrote many of his own scripts because, I guess, no other writer in Hollywood was generating stories about a down-and-out trucker and arm-wrestling champion hopeful whose real struggle is a connection with his estranged son. That’s the premise of the truly over-the-top Over the Top. It’s so painfully 80s that it makes you bite your fingers. Standing on a pedestal of Giorgio Morodor music with the likes of Kenny Loggins, Sammy Hagar and Robin Zander in collaboration, Stallone’s Lincoln Hawk (sigh) beats all of the odds, from besting Man-Mountain arm-wrestling competitors to winning over his military school graduate son from the kid’s Richie Rich other half of the family (as represented by a prune-faced and sulfur-scented Robert Loggia). It’s not a good movie, but I still recommend it because it must be seen to be believed.