Schwarzenegger

The Twilight of the Action-Movie Gods has been a long time coming. The great action-hero triumvirate of the Reagan-Bush years—Stallone, Schwarzenegger, Willis—seem collectively to have realised that the shadows are lengthening at the end of their day in the sun.

“Schwarzenegger vs Zombies” is a pitch that would have most studio executives sprinting for their chequebooks, but “Maggie” isn't the film they'd have in mind.

When he graduated from UCLA on time, he missed getting Schwarzenegger's autograph on his diploma by four months.

Arnold Schwarzenegger issued a stinging rebuke of Donald Trump on Sunday, comparing the riot at the US Capitol which the president incited to Kristallnacht, the night in November 1938 when Nazi thugs attacked Jewish Germans and their property, a harbinger of horrors to come.

He rubbed his hands together. "Believe it or not, there was a time when I considered giving acting a go. What do you think, Miss Fox?" He flexed impressive biceps. "Would I have had a chance against the Schwarzeneggers and the Chuck Norris types?"

Unless you are another Schwarzenegger, or you have a doctorate in muscle growth, forget the heavy mob, (bless 'em).

Fussell finally competed in a contest. He came in second, but he clearly wasn't going to be the next Schwarzenegger—and finally something snapped. "Having come three thousand miles, having gained eighty pounds, I wanted out."

That's simply not enough time to build the massive quads that are great for cycling but are a hindrance to distance running, or to become the next Schwarzenegger in the gym.