What seems like it could be a good movie is Rhys-Meyers worst acting of his entire career. The chick is supposed to be the doll, not his crappy character.

The directing and script has a lot of potential. The gratuitous nudity is clearly to make up for the shitty acting and directing and the B level cliche script. The absolute worst scene is where his buddy knows the crimes this guy commits and shows up to arrest him alone. No way the guy would've done that. Totally unbelievable, but then the pathetic rant of Rhys-Meyer's character wouldn't be possible so they could end the cliche with even more cliche.

The only "good" acting was by Kampouris. She plays the doll so well it's almost terrifying in light of the newest AI developments. Either that or she's a terrible actress cast into the perfect role.

The end is also depressing. They, as in men, are murdering women to turn them into dolls pretending women who would never be interested in them are their wives only to turn them into disgusting dolls. So cliche of the stereotypical misogynistic world it's not creative at all. And again, with current AI developments terrifying. It could've been wonderful with a few re-writes, but alas, no, so it sucks.

It's barely a 2. More like a one with 2 or 3 interesting scenes. Just total garbage. Don't waste your time even if you have literally nothing better to do.

So "William" (the ever-wooden Jonathan Rhys Meyers) has recently lost his wife and is assigned an AI replacement "Meredith" (Elena Kampouris), who is just like the real thing - except he has to sign a collision damage waiver if they want to have sex! Anyway, all is going well in their rather sterile Utopian life until we discover that there really is a ghost in her machine. A group called "Scare" is working to free the automated population from the dominion of mankind and it seems that "Meredith" might just be a conduit for that plan. She has dreams, and plenty of them. As they become more disturbing and a man called "Keene" (Fletcher Donovan) starts to feature more and more prominently, we all begin to realise that no-one is quite what they seem and betrayal is just around the corner. AI appears to be the gift that the writers want to keep on giving, but this one is very much at the weaker end of their imaginations. It isn't helped by lots of slow-motion sex scenes between two actors for whom chemistry was clearly not a school subject, and the plot meanders all over the place searching for something palpable to cling onto. Who's who? I'm afraid I didn't care - and the worrying signals that a sequel may be in the offing don't encourage either. If you ever saw "Humans" in the UK, then this is a poor relation of that...