Come Fuck My Robot
2020 · 12m
Directed by Mercedes Bryce Morgan
Tones: absurdist, darkly comic
A man's Craigslist encounter with a sex robot becomes an awkward negotiation when the robot insists on explicit consent at every step.
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The entire conceit flips the expected power dynamic—instead of the usual male fantasy, you get a sex robot that's *more ethically fastidious than the client*, and that inversion is genuinely hilarious and unsettling in ways most comedies wouldn't dare attempt. This is the kind of premise that makes you go "wait, WHAT?" and then realize it's saying something sharp about consent and desire.
Morgan's absurdist negotiation plays within a long lineage of body-horror and philosophical sci-fi comedy, but the formal restraint—letting awkwardness breathe through dialogue and reaction rather than cutting away—gives it an almost Beckettian rigor that separates it from cruder satire.
The entire film hinges on the robot's deadpan insistence on consent forms and verbal confirmation, and that single choice—making the bot the moral voice in the room—transforms what could've been lazy premise into something that actually *works* because of how precisely it's deployed against the man's growing discomfort.