17 August 2009 | MartianOctocretr5
Somebody forgot to write a script
There's no story. None.
A bunch of robots go berserk. A big robot apparently got control, but nobody really knows or cares. The robots all look the same; macho steroid guys who never say anything. They just shoot guns and croak people. And shoot guns. And croak people. And shoot guns. And croak people. Sometimes for variety's sake, they kill people by strangling them or twisting their neck right off.
There's a bunch of people in a small town, running around and screaming so the robots know where they are. One guy in the group worked for the robot building company but quit. So he can get rid of the gun-happy things maybe. One has an unfaithful hubby who's fooling around with her friend. We know nothing more about anybody.
People die, phony looking blood spurts around, robots occasionally freeze up just as they want to kill somebody, a bunch of folks somehow all know how to fly spacecraft with no training, more screaming, more robots doing poor impressions of Arnold the original Terminator, and you never quite know what the whole point was. The acting and directing are both almost as non-existent as the script: my personal favorite was the sheriff. He drones on at about three words per hour; I swear I saw other actors fell asleep before he finished his lines.
Almost beyond the "so bad it's good" range. You have to go in with the mindset of laughing at this one, or else you'll never be able to watch it all the way through.