Chopping Mall

I think this speaks for itself.



I was trying to come up with something as good (bad) as Robot Jox but I think that's where I was going wrong, I need to move on, it was a special moment in my life and trying to recreate that will only end in disappointment. As soon as I had come to this realisation I remembered Chopping Mall. Packed to the brim with classic 80's horror movie cliches, kids break into Shopping Mall at night (Consumerism), Kids get randy (Punishing promiscuity), robots gone wild (Fear of technology).

Oh, and apparently there's a really good head explosion too.

Crash and Burn

Crash and Burn baby, Crash and Burn. Now don't be fooled into thinking that this is a greeting anyone can just throw about, oh no, this is only for Jox, Robot Jox. That's Jox in the plural sense, the singular would be Jock, although as it's the future it's probably Jok. What with all the nuclear fallout who has time for those pesky extra letters, hell, who even has time to read?, let alone learning to read. Not our hero that's for sure, he can't read but he sure can Jok a robot real good.

Robot Jox was everything I hoped it would be, everything I wanted it to be, and everything I dreamed it would be. I'll borrow a synopsis from a review that sums it up beautifully:

"A grim version of the future. A planet devastated by war. Test-tube babies. Giant robots. Drinks that taste like blood. Russians. Flying cars. Giant robots."