Reviewed on 2010 January 24
Nice ’70s yarn about a vacation spot that makes the annoyance of TSA goons confiscating your shampoo seem like a gift.
Forgot Disneyland, or Epcot: there’s a new must-travel resort in town! Delos is a luxury theme park, staffed by robots to indulge your whims offering something for everyone. If you’re a nerd (and here I’ll sheepishly raise my own hand) there’s Medieval World for the whole Renaissance experience without that pesky bubonic plague. For the people who always wanted the decadence of Rome, there’s Roman World. And for the wanna-be cowboys like John Blane (James Brolin) and Peter Martin (Richard Benjamin), there’s Westworld. John loves it immediately, having fun with the “shootouts” and viewing the robotic saloon girls the way most women view a really good cake after they learn it’s made with fruit and stevia. Peter is a little slower to immerse himself but he starts to enjoy himself as well. Unfortunately, the androids have a risk of malfunctioning like any computer. These computers won’t just eat your data. Westworld has gunslingers.
It takes a little patience to watch this, because it takes a while to get rolling, but the meltdown of the robots and the showdown at the end are worth it. Coupled with the cold early ’70s electronic music, and it gets eerie. When it comes to sci-fi, Michael Crichton could always deliver the goods. If you’re still hesitant I’ll leave you with two words: Yul Brynner.
Three chocolate morsels.