Big businesses and technology are destroying our lives and cutting us off from all human contact. Fair enough, but then why is a company so ruthlessly monomaniacal as Disney telling us this with the medium of a computer-generated movie that is entirely reliant on spectacle and stars a personality-free Number Five clone? Along the way, we get cheap shots at how technology is making us all fat, which would normally just be whiny and annoying, except that the film can't even commit to that; we're still required to sympathize with this God-damned CG robot.

This movie probably isn't aiming for comedy - which is good, because the only times I laughed were when I was reminded of a different, funnier movie I'd rather be watching (Space Mutiny, for example) - but it can't exactly be touching either with protagonists this unsympathetic and devoid of any characterization. It's like being asked to care about the moral plight of a sofa. I expected more from Pixar than a fight to the death with a cheap HAL 9000 ripoff.