It’s fairly obvious by now that any adult feature designed for Angela Baron will cast her as some kind of Teflon bitch goddess with a “Texas Chainsaw” sexuality. Such is the case with Robo-Fox.
Baron as a born-again robotic maneater utters but two lines of dialogue throughout, but what a precious two lines – delivered in the same cold detachment (and accent, of course) as Schwarzenegger in The Terminator. “Men, f**k dem. Trow dem away,” she says as she bodily lifts Tom Byron off the floor by his jaw bone. Now what could ever possess a nice blonde Teutonic woman to behave in such fashion? And there’s the plot.
Baron when we first see her is a mousy, but cuddly brunette (Lisa Bright), but no one’s idea of a perfect computer blind date (at least here). She’s spurned in a singles’ bar but second-handed by stud Byron who gives her a charity shot in the drawers. Informed that it was charity, she is devastated. And Bright plays the pain like she’s been there before. A convenient plot enhancing hit and run accident puts Bright into the emergency ward and in the hands of feminist surgeon Dr. Moses (Krista Lane) who fashions her a new face and body (Baron’s), and hence, the revenge motif. Male chauvinists everywhere will pay for her outrage.
Robotics may not be an intriguingly new concept, but Baron makes it work perfectly in laconic, wind-up toy fashion. Director Thomas has been experimenting with wide angle close-ups in his sex scenes and the subtle elements of facial detail brought into focus are worth the effort. The sex mixes in mood from compliant and vulnerable (Birght/Byron) to fierce and competitive when Baron enters the scene and literally hauls Byron across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry.
It may not be thinking man’s storyline, though it has its levels of sensitivity to explore, but Robo-Fox sizzles and entertains. It’s sexually explosive and one of the year’s best.