There is a tremendous sense of physicality in Rogue City. You can pick up enemies by the neck and fling them against walls so hard that chunks of rubble will rain down on their ragdolled corpses.
Bullets scatter reams of paper and turn clutter into hurricanes of plastic and metal.
Environments are littered with a comical number of explosives, too, that behave in hilariously different ways. A propane canister will bonk against the head of whoever you throw it at and then rocket around the area before exploding. RoboCop can pick up landmines and whip them like frisbees.