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Wednesday, July 8, 2015

DEMON SEED (1977)

This mash-up of FRANKENSTEIN, THE COLLECTOR, ROSEMARY’S BABY and 2001 was laughed off the screen so quickly, it was a cult fave before its abbreviated first-run ended. And it's easy to see why it earned both reactions. Child psychologist Julie Christie, just separated from artificial intelligence whiz Fritz Weaver, is losing control of their automated house. Turns out, Fritzie’s meta-computer project has started thinking on its own, found a vacant computer station in his basement workroom, and spotted Christie at her morning ablutions. Naturally, he now wants to have a baby with her. Hey, even computers got eyes!* (Good thing this disembodied electronic mind landed in such a mechanically well-stocked workroom!) Some of the gizmos used to entrap the game Ms Christie are imaginatively designed, if only Donald Cammell had the directing chops to help us suspend a little disbelief. He did get lucky with lenser Bill Butler whose glistening surfaces were even more effective at pulling you in on the big screen. Plus, a ‘got’cha’ trick ending that, for once, really ‘gets ya.’

SCREWY THOUGHT OF THE DAY: *In case you were wondering, artificial intelligent sex looks just like a third-rate light show at a ‘60s Rock Revival show.

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