When a major studio stepped up to the plate and green-lit the damn thing, few were more amazed, or nauseous, than I. Some critics gave us shit for introducing real life horror into what is, essentially, a popcorn movie. The writer must deal with the psychology and emotional lives of fictional characters, some of whom wield super powers. The director must deal with the psychology and emotional lives of dozens of actors and technicians, many with fragile egos and some of whom believe they wield super powers. If at all. Writers tend to be soft-spoken and unwilling to fight for their opinions.
Directors tend to be garrulous, colorful, and unwilling to relinquish their opinions.
That was the fun part. A story was just an excuse. Cappe's Toyota hatchback at 25 mph getting running shots of Shane pursued by a villain in another car. I suppose with its elaborate chase sequence, RoboCop 3 counts as the third entry in both trilogies. I rationalized this as my predilection for cool shots over substance, so I opted to become an English major instead.