Robot Jox (1990)

“But there’s nothing special about your body.”

“Thanks!”

I hadn’t heard of this delightfully bonkers Stuart Gordon film 24 short hours ago- I was ignorant of this magnificently silly, splendidly stop motion (I miss that) and enormously fun little film with a script by, er, Robert Haldeman.

The whole thing feels like a fight between a serious tone and a deliberate silliness, which for some reason works brilliantly. The very concept has a four in both camps-  a post-nuclear holocaust world, of the type that was all over the zeitgeist around 1990, where war has been outlawed and replaced by single combat with people controlling giant robots. Already we have a sort of cross between serious science fiction concepts and a potential toy advert, where the designers of the robots are Japanese, like Transformers. It’s a future full of casual racism and sexism and with “tubies”- genetically engineered warriors who are made, not born. Then again it’s also a future with rampant pollution and, er, 1990 standard computer graphics coexisting with flying cars. Also, the interior decor is a bit pants. There are also hints of scarcity and an authoritarian society that pushes people to breed.

There are no stars and the acting style throughout is hardly naturalistic, but it works. Even the sort-of romantic subplot between the two leads is incredibly macho and eventually abandoned so we can end the film in a massive fight between stop motion giant robots. It has no stars, no budget, the script is mad... I think it’s bloody brilliant.