In the future, a man travels to the ends of the earth to find that the perfect woman is always under his nose…
Release Year: 1987
Rating: 5.0/10 (3,612 voted)
Steve De Jarnatt
Stars: Melanie Griffith, David Andrews, Pamela Gidley
In the future, a man travels to the ends of the earth to find that the perfect woman is always under his nose. When successful businessman Sam Treadwell finds that his android wife, Cherry model 2000 has blown a fuse, he hires sexy renegade tracker E. Johnson to find her exact duplicate. But as their journey to replace his perfect mate leads them into the treacherous and lawless region of 'The Zone', Treadwell learns the hard way that the perfect woman is made not of computer chips and diodes, but of real flesh and blood!
Writers: Lloyd Fonvielle, Michael Almereyda
Glory Hole Clerk
Harry Carey Jr.
Glu Glu Lawyer
(as Larry Fishburne)
Michael C. Gwynne
Six Fingered Jake
There's a lot more to love than hot wiring.
Release Date: 5 February 1988
Filming Locations: Death Valley National Park, California, USA
Did You Know?
In the late 80's the record label Varese Sarabande issued a special limited edition soundtrack CD for this film of about 1500 copies containing the late Basil Poledouris' musical score. It received high collectible status soon after wards. In 1997 an anonymous collector purchased this CD for the then record sum for a CD of two thousand five hundred dollars in an auction. The soundtrack has since been reissued through another label in 2004.
When E. Johnson's car is shot up in the barricade, its right front fender turns dark gray. Thirty seconds later, in a daylight driving establishing shot, the car's right front fender is shown with its original red color.
The man is a psychopathic killer.
Don't impose your values on me, Sam.
Weird sleeper sci-fi B-movie an unintentional work of genius.
I will not attempt to describe this movie. It would be fruitless. You may
first be frustrated by the seemingly inept invocation of all the tried and
true cliches of the "genre" – from Mad Max to its weirder post-apocalyptic
cousins. But this is not Circuitry Man in reverse – it is much, much
stranger. By the time the polka-dotted bikini-wearing ex-girlfriend of the
hero is playing hostess at the disney-esque bubble-dome camp of the
desert-dwelling homicidal outlaw gang… oh, never mind. By the way,
Griffith was much better looking before lip surgery. Almost hot, in fact.
But rest assured, this is a work of genius, exposing a deep understanding
the rift between genders during the height of the supposedly
post-sexual-liberation 1980's, an almost sublime sense of humor about
alienation and most of all, the erotic link between women and cars in
American culture is finally completely laid bare.
In fact, this movie is so profoundly subversive that it could only be made
under cover of shlock. Do not be fooled by what seems like coke-addled
acting and tourette-syndrome editing. This film is high art. Especially
part where the robot says "is that your hand?" Stay up late and watch it
TBS tonight! And take notes!