In the 80s, film directors knew how to make a good movie – grab some guy that can bench press a small utility vehicle, give him a enough guns and explosives to outfit an army, throw a whole heap of vaguely foreign looking people at him, and watch the blood fly. Add in some tits, maybe some ninjas, and a super bad ass villain, and you have a blockbuster hit on your hands.
All was right with the world.