Review – Futureworld

The filmmakers here are in that classic unenviable position: how do you make a sequel based on a movie in which just about everybody died in the end? And yet this picture rises from the ashes of Westworld. This time around, the peril isn’t berserk robots on the rampage. Instead, it’s a sinister conspiracy by the corporation that owns the Delos amusement park to replace prominent politicians with subservient clones, with only crusading journalists Blythe Danner and Peter Fonda standing in its way. How seventies! Mildly amusing