It appears the crew had a lot of fun making this film. The movie starts out in black and white from WWII as Dr. Jack Cranston makes a robot to kill Nazis. Now in the present (2002) his grandson Jim is going through his crates and discovers the robot. Meanwhile neo-Nazis are threatening Chicago.
On the plus side, they spent some time making a decent sound track. On the negative side, the movie didn't have a lot of plot and they had to extend scenes needlessly to fill up time. Some of it worked better than others. It worked for the opening credits- somewhat. A man is walking through the streets of Chicago with swagger music that just fit his swagger. The credits flash in between. He enters a elevator and the music stops (elevators normally have music). You think the movie is going to start. Then as he leaves the elevator the music and credits once again start. I liked the cleverness of that aspect, something you must do in low budget films. However, the cleverness wears thin after that. The lack of acting was offset by the dialouge which had some better than usual lines for a low budget.
The movie contained excessive amounts of fake blood, some of which made no sense such as when Jim's had got hit by a foam baseball bat. It wasn't supposed to be foam, but when you can see the bat bend backwards as he goes through the air, it ain't wood. The lead character played by Steve Foland reminded me of a Paul Giamatti that can't act. The movie is campy, but only goes half way.
F-bomb, no sex or nudity. 4 stars on the campy scale.