A free-willed automaton named Beebee, muttering and sputtering like a cousin to Popeye and Donald Duck, gets blown to bits by a reclusive old shotgun-toting hag -- a turn of events comparable to the deaths of Janet Leigh in Psycho and John Wayne in The Cowboys. But the teenage whiz kid who designed the robot soon finds another use for its brain: the buxom girl-next-door is knocked down the stairs by her drunken father and pronounced "brain-dead." Et voilà: Bride of a Teenage Frankenstein. She has blue eye shadow in complete circles around her eyes; she holds each hand in a four-fingered "V" like Robin Williams's Mork; and she can (and does) throw a basketball at sufficient velocity to shatter a human head. As dull as it is silly. With Matthew Laborteaux and Kristy Swanson; directed by Wes Craven. (1986) — Duncan Shepherd