Point Break, with its gleefully preposterous B-movie plotline and endlessly rewatchable set-pieces, was tailor-made for video. Here was a cult, not in the making but one fully formed – a brilliantly kinetic, breakneck-paced thriller that both adhered to and subverted genre norms.

On one level, it's a deeply conventional blockbuster with a gloriously dopey, high-concept pitch (FBI rookie infiltrates a team of surfing bank robberts).

On another, it's a feminist attack on jaded Hollywood clichés that objectifies the male form and skewers the latent homoeroticism in action cinema.

And on another, it's a robust political satire that pointedly has its bad guys commit crime disguised as former American presidents. (“We've been screwing you for years, so a few more seconds shouldn't matter now, should it?” says Swayze from behind a Ronald Reagan mask.)