rotorImperial Entertainment
1987
NR

“The only difference between a hero and a villain is the amount of compensation they take for their services. At our pay scale, I’d say we’re closer to heroes.”

The city is in chaos–society’s scum are running rampant, murder and rape are on the rose. A special unit to develop R.O.T.O.R.–robotic officer of the tactical operations research unit–is set up. Its prime objective is to build the perfect cop…a law enforcement machine programmed to overcome all obstacles and make sure the streets are safe.When the completion date for R.O.T.O.R. is brought forward, a major side effect is overlooked, and R.O.T.O.R. goes berserk. The dream turns into a nightmare. Can it be stopped, or will it threaten the very existence of the society it was built to protect?

Why? Why do i punish myself like this? I mean, seriously, I may have a serious problem, here. I see a movie title that I know is going to be painful to watch, and I’m drawn to it like a moth to flame. And when I saw the late-80s sci-fi cheeseball R.O.T.O.R. on the movie streaming service I use, I knew it was going to be a painful one to watch…but something deep inside me overrode that survival instinct, and urged me to click PLAY, sitting at rapt attention and taking in every minute until the end credits rolled, and not soon enough. And boy, what a painful experience that was.

What we have with R.O.T.O.R. (and I have grown to despise having to type out that acronym) is a low-budget mashup of concepts lifted from The Terminator, Robocop, and possibly the Judge Dredd comics. Scientists are developing a kind of robot cop to make law enforcement more effective, their corrupt corporate boss pushes them to release the prototype in a month instead of allowing the several years to develop it properly because of politics, and of course the robotic cop malfunctions right out of the box and begins ganking prole for the most minor of infractions. And when the disposed scientist who was warning everyone of the fallacy of letting this thing loose too early in the first place teams up with his body-building ladyfriend to take the rogue cyborg cop down, things get wacky.

Did I mention that the cyborg cop sports a porn ‘stash and looks like a Village People cosplayer? It’s hard to strike fear and terror when you expect the thing to break into a rendition of “Y.M.C.A.” at any given moment. Although, that would have improved the movie greatly if it did.

It boggles my mind how a derivative piece of garbage like R.O.T.O.R. made it to production, let alone get released to the general public. What’s worse is that, this is the kind of bad movie that you can’t seem to stop watching, just out of morbid curiosity as to just how bad it really can get. And when the end credits roll, you have no other choice but foist this pain onto your loved ones just so someone else can share what you just went through. Proceed with extreme caution.