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Bad film buffs get a load of this...Watercooler Films

Those of you out there who relish in hilariously campy, kitschy, and just plain awful movies once in a while will get a kick out of Watercooler Films, a film critique sight that posts on YouTube.

This guy highlights a new terrible movie every so often, posting a clip and commentary about the film on YouTube. Blogspot is being a little bitchy today and won't let me paste the actual web address into this post, so just click on the Hyperlink(s) above. If you get to YouTube, just search "watercooler" and it'll pop up.

The latest film he's making fun of is the 1988 computer/robot spec-fiction peice R.O.T.O.R. It's kind of a crummy, low-budget, low-talent remake of Robo Cop. The film not only rips off the premise of Robo Cop, but taps into that weird fear people seemed to have in the late 80s that eventually everything was going to be run by robots. Robots started popping up in rich peoples homes (in the movies) like Rocky IV and Wall Street, robots even started becoming our friends, like in Short Circuit.

Anyway, the movie is almost complete garbage, but Watercooler's commentary is pretty funny. And if you have time and/or are a movie dork, watch R.O.T.O.R. and you may get a laugh or two. It's streaming on NetFlix.

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