Overlong, unimaginative, boring sequel to Westworld has reporters Peter Fonda and Blythe Danner visiting the re-opened Delos amusement park to see if the new management has gotten all the murder out of its androids. Turns out they haven't. A sequel that didn't need to be made with an embarrassing role for Blythe Danner. Despite this being made in the 1970s, feminist revolution and all that, she spends the entirety of the movie imitating Noel Neill. Only there's no Superman to save her, just 'king of the wimps' Peter Fonda. She also has a bizarre sex dream about Yul Brynner. Because why not, I guess? That's his sole contribution to this movie, by the way. So if you're a fan of Westworld, don't be fooled into trying this one out thinking at least it's got Brynner going for it. Because he's in it for maybe three minutes.
Review of Futureworld
Futureworld
(1976)
"Once you make it with a robot chick, you don't ever want nothing' else!"
24 January 2017