Some films are completely are devoid of anything worthwhile that simply don’t justify their meaning of existence. This is one of them.An unquestionably stupid, pathetic and ridiculous story about two lovers (Kirk Douglas and Farrah Fawcett) whom get visited by some evil doctor (Harvey Keitel) who lusts for Fawcett and designs a horny 8-foot robot that later also lusts(!) for Fawcett’s tits and ass.
Good lord. Not even a brief but mandatory flash of Fawcett’s rack or Keitel’s and Douglas’s acting talents can save this totally shitful film from its shittyness: Idiotic story, crappy FX (even by 1980’s standards), snail-like pace, and non-existent direction. Hard to believe that a director like Stanley Donen (Singing in the Rain) would come up with crap like this.
Had Donen grown some brain cells and added a handful of sex scenes with Farrah involving Douglas, Keitel, a threesome between those two, and finally her fucking the robot then maybe he would’ve come up with a nice little campy soft-core porn show. Who knows if he actually did it at all but got lost in the editing room hence making it what it is now, a worthless pile of garbage. That’s just me guessing, but nevertheless, IT IS GARBAGE! Otherwise I wouldn’t understand why the fuck did Douglas agreed to star in this crap and I doubt it was just to look at Fawcett’s breasts for a minute. Keitel at that point just needed a career.In the end, avoid this movie at all costs. A couple of minutes of Farrah’s rack do not make up for the remaining 80 minutes of insufferable trash that this film will throw at you. Go get Farrah’s Playboy spread whether from the magazine itself or the internet instead. 0-5