Review of Robot Wrecks

. . . NOT Made, and ROBOT WRECKS soundly seconds that notion. 21st Century viewers of "Slicker" and "Boxcar" scheming to defraud "Our Gang" of their entire ready cash supply in exchange for invisible assets will think immediately of the Red Commie KGB-controlled rump cushion gang, which has replaced Altruism with Nepotism as the American Ideal. Our Gang is deprived not only of the coveted chocolate and strawberry flavors on the edges of their unseen Neapolitan sundaes, but they even lose access to the vanilla in the middle. It's far easier picturing Slicker and Boxcar as demonic imps or junior choir demons springing up directly from the Down Below, than to view this deplorable duo as a pair of lapsed Sunday School Regulars. It's not necessary to sit through two or three hours of BAD SEED to be convinced that you'll never pluck a Golden Delicious from a crabapple tree. ROBOT WRECKS reinforces Predestination as having the final say against "Free Will." Boxcar and Slicker will NEVER join the ranks of the Elect, no matter how many times they rig the "Electoral College" results!