
Robot Dreams movie review: sighs of the machines
Immerse yourself in pure unalloyed joy with a sweet, deceptively simple carbon-silicon platonic romance. Even the poignant bittersweetness of this emotional roller coaster is affirming and uplifting.

Immerse yourself in pure unalloyed joy with a sweet, deceptively simple carbon-silicon platonic romance. Even the poignant bittersweetness of this emotional roller coaster is affirming and uplifting.
“Hey, so you wanna go to the disneys tonight?”

A valentine to early filmmaking, this silent-movie pastiche is gorgeous, lush, and bursting with passion. It presents a familiar fairy tale with a wondrous air of freshness and newfound intimacy.
It’s astonishing how little crazy one needs to bring to a movie at the moment to make it leap out as fresh and distinctive.
Pop culture is littered with offensive crimes against decency: “Achy Breaky Heart” by Billy Ray Cyrus. The oeuvre of Dane Cook. Rob Lowe singing and dancing with Snow White at the Oscars. Cop Rock. Gigli. Are any of them forgiveable?
An enjoyable 90 minutes, but it never approaches the so-beautiful-you-have-to-cry sequences that have become Disney’s trademark.