"Okay, okay, follow me here. We take 'Alien', right? And set it in an apartment. 'Alien' in an apartment. No, not an apartment building -- an apartment. A three room apartment. A somewhat smallish three room apartment. Oh -- we'll only have three characters."

That had to be the movie pitch.

Man finds a robot head in the yellow-filtered post-apocalyptic wasteland and gives it to his sculptor girlfriend. We know it's a harsh future: every external shot is filmed through a yellow-brownish filter, and Iggy Pop is on the radio, 24-hours a day. There's the obligatory sex scene to keep the male teenagers from leaving the theater, then the robot goes about building itself out of found objects and proceeds to spend the second half of the film stalking the stoned out chickie throughout every room of the apartment. Despite being confined to an apartment, it manages to kill just a few people, even one by accident. The movie's only saving grace is its soundtrack.

Not as bad as the Rutger Hauer flick 'Split Second,' but pretty close.

Scene to watch for: The acid trip death scene.

Best line: "Door error. Door error."

Things that make you go "Huh?": Where'd it get the poison from?