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King of California (First Look) If DVDs came with a function that allowed you to switch off unnecessary voice-overs, writer-director Mike Cahill's ambling, amiable comedy-drama would be significantly improved. There's an excess of ham-handed narration in this desperately quirky tall tale, about a sober teen (Evan Rachel Wood) whose windmill-tilting dad (Michael Douglas) lures her into a madcap quest for Spanish treasure under the concrete floor of a SoCal Costco. The film is distinguished by the rapport between its stars: Douglas in grizzled-prospector mode, with eyes that give off a mad sparkle, and the wondrous Wood, who wears a McDonald's cap like a halo of responsibility. The familiarity of its lovable-misfit plot is offset by Cahill's emphasis on the desolate poetry of suburban sprawl and chain-restaurant logos. — Jim Ridley
Automatons (Facets) "Filmed in Robo-Monstervision" is a great way to start a film — any film. And Automatons delivers, with a look like no other sci-fi pic you've ever seen. Director James Felix McKenney conceals his microbudget with grainy, high-contrast black-and-white, which builds mood when it could have just looked cheap. (What does feel cheap is the dialogue, which was dubbed in later.) The story, about a bunkered girl in a post-apocalyptic world, is simple to a fault: Every day she sends her robots out to do battle with enemy 'bots. It's a never-ending cycle in a war that has lasted her entire life and may not end with the fall of humankind. The war-is-pointless theme is laid on heavy, but the psycho-retro imagery is enough of a marvel to make Automatons worth checking out — and McKenney a director to look out for. — Jordan Harper