Meanwhile, back in reality: 22 years later, some guy who's name I didn't bother to look up decided to remake that movie, but he cut out literally every element (there's no fucking Mars) except the broken brain. They almost kept the "wacky foreigner" detail by casting Irishman Colin Farrell, but unfortunately they made him do an American accent. In case you don't know this about Farrell, the energy required for him to fake an American accent uses up all his acting points, leaving nothing left.
Did I mention there's no Mars in this movie? Fuck that, you guys.
The Glorious Majesty Buried Within
Kate Beckinsale plays Quaid's "wife," who turns out to be an assassin -- and she fucking crushes it. The only thing that works in this whole movie is the action sequences. And the only reason the action sequences work is because I'm pretty sure Beckinsale was actually trying to kill people.
Part of why she's so cool is, aside from the very last scene, she doesn't make any stupid-movie-character mistakes: for example, when the good guys are shooting at her, she takes cover behind her army of robots.
Also, she uses her army of robots.