In the 1980s, we loved teenage sex, we loved malls and we loved killer robots. Only one movie thought to bring all of those things together though, and this is it. Lucky for us, Jim Wynorski directed. There’s no plot hole in any script ever written that Wynorski can’t cover up with a naked girl. He’s asked more B-movie starlets to take off their tops than a Hollywood plastic surgeon. He’s also a master of the panty shot, the comedic boob-reveal and the very tricky ass cam. The best thing about Wynorski though is that he’s got a sense of humor about it all. This is a comedy. Even the exploding head is funny. The actors are all in on the joke, too (Kelli Maroney, of Night of the Comet and the clear Final Girl of this film’s night o’ death, is a real gift to trashy movies and should have had a more active career). Meanwhile, brief appearances by Mary Woronov, Paul Bartel and Dick Miller, each given moments to shine, raise this film’s cool points by bounds. A cult classic. Don’t trash talk Chopping Mall around me. I’ll throw something at you. And then say “Have a nice day”.