This movie is a cheesy gift that just never stops giving: as fundamentally and delightfully bad as The Room or Birdemic. Our hero is police captain J.B. Coldyron: robotics genius, cattle rancher, blurter of analogies re skeletons making love in tin coffins. He invents some sort of “robotic cop,” if you will, and stuff goes wrong, and suddenly there’s lots of murdering. One of my favorite movies we’ve ever done! - KWM






