R.O.T.O.R.

Bad guys beware because it’s CRUDDY CRIME WAVE Month at Monday Mondays, featuring a squad car full of crime-fighting lunatics out to bring B-movie justice to the streets of YOUR town!

“Judge, Jury and Executioner.” A crazed cyborg motorcycle cop with a bad attitude and a bushy mustache is on the loose in Texas and only a handful of terrible actors without a script can hope to stop him in this unbelievable mess of a sci-fi/action flick/Robocop rip-off that takes ridiculous robotics to a whole new level of insanity.  In the sorta near future, Dallas police captain/cowboy Barret Coldyron (most ’80 name ever!) is booted off the force when he refuses to accelerate his four-year cop robot program to 60 days for the sake of a pushy politician, leading to his inept assistant finishing the R.O.T.O.R. (aka the tortured sci-fi acronym for “Robotic Officer Tactical Operations Research) program and getting a working model on the streets. Naturally, our heavily-mustached, motorcycle-riding, hastily-assembled R.O.T.O.R. promptly goes berserk when brought online, going the full Judge Dredd and executing everyone it finds guilty of breaking any law. Now it’s up to Coldyron to chase down this bonkers bucket of bolts and terminate it with extreme prejudice! Hilariously committed to its cheesy low-budget insanity, R.O.T.O.R.  flies high with a bizarre character named “Shoeboogie,” robots that read comic books, stop-motion animation to make you cry, a woman with skunk hair, a “heroic” lead character with a violently deranged temper, and a spate of misplace Beach Boys references. A bizarrely compelling thing of terrible beauty, R.O.T.O.R. is the trashy ‘80s Robo-rip-off we all need. (Dir. by Cullen Blaine, 1987, USA, 90 mins., Rated R)