Futureworld (1976)

A sequel to Westworld (1973) written by people other than Crichton and directed by Richard T. Heffron. It’s been two years since the robots ran amok, but the Delos Corporation is back in business. When there’s money to be made and rich people to exploit, memories are short.
In the time honoured tradition of sequels it aims to be bigger and better but typically achieves only one of those things.
The investigative approach was interesting but it’s wasted, partly because Peter Fonda’s acting is cardboard (that’s a few steps down from wooden).
Yul Brynner’s inclusion smells of contractual obligation; he provides a fun distraction from the rest of the crap but is superfluous to the main plot.

2 human errors out of 5