In a post-apocalyptic desert, a soldier finds a robot's head, and takes it home for his sculptor girlfriend to make use of. Investigating it's origin he discovers it's from a robot development programme now cancelled for safety reasons. But the savvy head assembles a body from her sculpture bits and pieces, and is soon up and running again.
Sometime in the future, a woman artist is terrorised in her messy flat by the slobbering psychotic from over the road, and then by a hunter-killer robot that regenerates from some old junk her boyfriend has given her to incorporate into a piece of sculpture.
A ten cent premise is given the five dollar treatment in this lively, sleazy, mainly enjoyable vest pocket Terminator.
A little slow and vastly outdated now, but nonetheless very watchable.
