I was surprised to see that six people actually voted this a 10 rating. Surprised because I didn't think there were six people on the entire crew.
This movie redefines the phrase "low tech." Set in a world where cyborgs move among us, the sets, costumes and props can best be described as "sixth grade drama club." There are some entertaining things about the movie, however. Most of the acting is hilarious, which would be great if it were a comedy.
The casting is sub-par, even for such a cheapo flick. You have to suspect that more than a few of the actors were also investors. If not, the casting director should be keelhauled under a moving Hummer. It's also likely that a substantial portion of the budget came from investors who paid extra to have their scenes cut after viewing the finished product.
Lonnie Schuyler as the lead male is deliciously bad. Cult bad. A fully accredited graduate of the raise-your-eyebrow-and-snarl school of acting. I'm happy to see that he has had a long career (no doubt due to this masterpiece) starring in such classics as Legend of Skull Canyon and Hell's Paradox. Hopefully some day there'll be a Lonnie Schuyler Festival.
To say he stands out in a cast loaded with bad actors is no empty claim. This flick packs wall-to-wall ham. There are, to be fair, two good actors in the movie. Two chicks sitting in the strip club audience, on screen for all of ten seconds, while a hard-bodied lovely flails like a crippled baboon in front of the cheesiest backdrop ever featured in a film (or a strip club).
There is one performance which is not to be missed. Approximately sixty two minutes into this epic, the director serves up a three hundred pound belly dancer, shaking her blubber in a skid row alley. This scene alone will qualify Cybernator as sure fire party viewing for 10 year old boys.
I am making it my life's quest to hunt down all of director Robert Rundle's other films. He is the new Ed Wood.
