Cherry 2000 (1988) review

Post-apocalyptic neon-lit America, Late Eighties Edition: Sam Treadwell (David Andrews) has his beloved sex robot/wife Cherry 2000 (Pamela Gidley) damaged by soap suds (after having a roll around the kitchen floor) so he goes looking for a replacement model, eventually getting help from professional tracker E. Johnson (Melanie Griffith) to guide him through the dangerous "Zone 7."  I remember being a fan of this movie as a kid and having made a (crude) tape copy off of New York television although I'm not sure what I found so appealing (aside from Griffith with her puffy red hair): the acting and action scenes are pretty bad, and it doesn't make a whole ton of sense ... but the likes of Harry Carey Jr. and Ben Johnson show up to lend it some old-school bravado (even Laurence Fishburne has a small role).  The screenplay, by none other than Michael Almereyda, is ahead of its time though: by the year 2017, humans have to sign contracts and get lawyers involved before they can go on a date.  And it's yet another reminder that no matter what new technology gets developed for lonely and horny men, nothing beats the real thing.