In the ’80s and early ’90s, there was perhaps no greater cinematic hate figure for liberals than Arnold Schwarzenegger.

Since his first big hit in the politically dubious Conan the Barbarian (Roger Ebert wrote of the film’s James Earl Jones-decapitating ending, “I found myself thinking that Leni Riefenstahl could have directed the scene, and that Goebbels might have applauded it”) he became a Reaganite fantasy, disposing of foreign-accented villains who threatened the good ol’ United States of America with little more than automatic weaponry and an Austrian-accented quip.