Campy classic from the 1960s subterranean 16mm scene, made by weirdos for weirdos. Sounds like high praise to me. Director Mike Kuchar had a simple sci-fi scenario (robot servants a million years in the future turn on their human masters) and a cheap punchline. He also had a cast willing to be outrageous for the camera and a heap of dimestore spangles to throw around. If you ask me, he’s got everything. What puts this film over the top is its joyful parody of melodrama. The story is a soap opera crushed in a trash compactor. It’s about love. From the humans to the robots, everyone here is either just discovering it or having it go wrong. No wonder why they all act like maniacs.
John Waters isn’t shy about admitting anything, including how influential Kuchar is to his own work. You can totally see it here. This is micro-budget and rough all around, but everyone seems to be having a good time. It radiates fun. It’s silly and broad and super sexed-up in 1965. These people aren’t just making a film; they’re getting away with something.