This Michael Crichton sci fi work has a lot of fun things going for it... Gene Simmons as a villain, a believable view of the future, some nifty gadgets (killer spiders, tracer bullets), Kirstie Alley has a gangster's moll.
But it's never as fun as it should be. It's too wound up, too sensible. It needed 80s cheese. Bits of it are there, like Simmons and Alley and the gadgets. I really like Selleck as a performer but he's too rational, too nice. Maybe this would work if he'd been teamed with someone other than Cynthia Rhodes, who again I like - but again she's too normal too nice. It needed like a comic, or a femme fetale or...I don't know just someone to jazz it up. Put Chuck Norris or Arnie in the lead I think this would have been a hit and people would love and remember it.
It's also maybe a bit too cut and dried plot wise. Robots are going amok - Selleck figures out quite quickly that it's Simmons behind it. It lacks a twist or too.
It also lacks the "aw gee wouldn't that be great" aspect of the future that say Westworld had. A couple of moments of people just luxuriating in these creatures would have been great - having massages, sex, fingers painted, whatever. Then we could see how we couldn't give it up.
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