Sunday, October 23, 2011  Robotrix (Jamie Luk, 1991)  Dust off
your soldering gun and start rifling through your mother's
lingerie drawer, because it's time to watch the only film to
combine kung-fu fighting robots with bra-challenging boobies.
Yeah, that's right. I said, "boobies." You got a problem with
that? Okay, I'm sorry about that, I have a tendency to get a tad
defensive whenever the subject of breasts is brought up. While
everyone the world over seems to worship at the alter of the
bouncing mammary glands, whether they be large or small,
lopsided or symmetrical, I have chosen to pretend that I am
completely immune to their numerous charms. Misguided as that
may sound, it has given me many opportunities to flaunt a smug
air of superiority (if you listen carefully, you can hear people
muttering, "there goes the guy who's chilly towards tits," under
the breath as I walk down the street). However, as I
inexplicably sat and gazed in the general direction of Robotrix
(a.k.a. Nu Ji Xie Ren), the sex-filled