RoboCop, the dick-shooting, neck-stabbing, rocket-launching peace officer with the face of Buckaroo Banzai and the agility of the old Chinese shopkeeper from Gremlins, became a wisecracking slapstick goofball fighting crime with nets, a grappling hook, a glue gun, and a freaking ping pong paddle.
The agility of the old Chinese athlete in Forrest Gump.
He also has a disposable-towel dispenser installed in his iron gauntlet, because apparently people take a lot of dumps in front of RoboCop.
A proper mature adaptation would have built a bidet into his torso.
Instead of the biting Reagan-age satire of the film that birthed him, RoboCop finds himself mired in increasingly ridiculous fantasy conflicts designed to sell action figures to children who have no idea who Ronald Reagan even was.
Unless "two-headed dragon" is some advanced economics metaphor.