Robot & Frank is about a robot, and Frank, and I’d like to say it is as charmingly irresistible as you might suppose from the cute posters all around town, but hand on heart? I cannot. It’s OK, I guess, as far as it goes, but it doesn’t go far enough, and, in the end, settles for what I most feared it would settle for: sentimentality. A pity, as the set-up is brilliant, and the questions it throws up — are you still you, once your mind starts to fail?; who is going to look after all our old? — so worth asking, but it never properly gets to grips with any of them. Plus, there’s a twist at the end that I can’t reveal, as I don’t want to get into trouble with The Spoiler Police — last time, they bundled me into the back of a van, and wouldn’t let me have a lawyer or anything — which undermines absolutely everything that has gone before.

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