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| | And You Call Yourself a Scientist! - Oblivion (1994) (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-10-09) |
 | | Oblivion on the whole embraces a charitably wide view of womankind, serving up a cynical, gun-slinging cyborg with a yen for “natives”, a whore with a heart of gold and a leather-clad, bullwhip-wielding, omnisexual dominatrix, without evincing any particular need to sit in judgement of any of them. |
 | | Oblivion’s neater touches is the shot of the Doc’s office door, advertising his “parlour” being not only one of “dentistry and haircuts”, as we might expect, but also of “inventions and robotics”. |
 | | Oblivion is in many ways a typical Full Moon production, being uneven, slapdash and occasionally painful; but there are also some laughs tucked in there, and they occur at intervals regular enough to make the film’s dead patches and padding less apparent than they otherwise might have been. |
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