Now watching The Killer Robots Crash and Burn. One of our titular heroes has egg whisks for pauldrons.
The sequel to Pacific Rim we never asked for but nonetheless deserved
Making this movie must’ve required spending at LEAST as much on silver spray paint and gunk from the thrift store as they did on weed
Dude everyone ELSE gets gunk from the thrift store glued all over them but not Rhea, that’s sexist! But hey sexy Gonk Droid!
The fuck, that’s the antivirus? What did they program it in, COBOL? But now Betacron has gone to hang out in the clouds with Mufasa or something
Robots don’t work that way, magnetism doesn’t work that way, coherent stories don’t work that way. Also; this would have been the best movie ever made when I was 10.
You know dude it’s been established that you don’t have to SAY “pew pew pew” to use your optic ray. This is like that part in Ep II with the droid factory, except I could figure out what was going on in Ep II.
There’s also a sequence where apparently they get robo-baked, they face an angry toastertron which honestly doesn’t do much, and there’s comic relief with a robot spider for some reason. This movie answers the important question, “what if we got real baked, watched a batch of Gwar videos, and decided to make a movie?”