It seems to be an unwritten rule in Hollywood that the second film in a major motion picture franchise has to be the darker, more introspective entry.

I have a theory about good movies, which has two propositions, which run: 1) you can never have enough robots in a movie…

It’s easy to understand the origins of this film in a five-minute showreel dreamed up by wrtier director Kerry Conran of giant robots menacing Manhattan. It’s a classic pulp sci-fi concept…

There’s a certain amount of bravery in making this film at all, yet the end result is somewhat callow…