Runtime: 89 minutes A retired cat burglar inching his way closer to a nursing home is given one last opportunity to prove he can live on his own. His son buys him a robot specifically designed to improve his physical and mental wellbeing. Frank, our prideful, curmudgeonly old protagonist, initially rejects forming any sort of relationship with his new helper. After all, he's a goddamn robot and doesn't have any feelings, anyhow. But there's a boundary line when it comes to pride, somewhere just beyond loneliness and drawn right alongside utter misery, that forces even the gruffest among us to take connections wherever we can get them. Frank's companion just so happens to be a robot. The performance by Frank Langella is intentionally devoid of charisma, which somehow makes him even more charming by the film's end. It doesn't make sense, but it's definitely a thing. Langella manages to carry the film on his shoulders while being cantankerous the whole way through. It's an impressive feat, but one that he makes look effortless.
