The script has cobbled together elements from several science fiction movies as well as a collection of clichés from cop shows, making the hardest thing for viewers of this film to do to spot anything original in it. When one watches the 1973 Westworld you can’t help but wonder about the plausibility of such a park; guns can’t fire at a warm body but how does that work with swords and knives? Or how does a ricochet know not to kill a guest? How does a chair across the back of the head in a bar fight not put the guest in the hospital? Yet decades later we have this movie, which not only does not address these issues, it actually backtracks and makes the park even more dangerous for the guests.
You know you are in a bad place when this is your safer option.
That is all kinds of fucked up.
It’s all part of the show.
Think Groundhog Day only without the fun and charm.
“Fuck this blue skies on Mars shit!”
“I’m only attacking you because I can’t afford to go to Vice, so who’s really the victim here?”
Sadly, sentient does not equal interesting.
The glaucoma plagued guards of Vice City.
“There is a good chance I may lose my badge over this.”
Damn that Directive Four!
“All those… moments… will be lost in time, like tears… in… rain.”
Numerous counts of reckless endangerment and manslaughter to say the least.
“So any word on Die Hard 6?”