“On Irwin Allen’s “Lost in Space,” the nineteen-sixties science-fiction series, the robot was an American-made factotum with a torso like a beer keg, limbs like aluminum ducts, and the verbal ability of a liberal-arts student.
“His counterpart on the new Netflix remake of the endearing classic is an extraterrestrial noble savage with the exoskeleton of an H. R. Giger beast, the heart of a Steven Spielberg empath, and a vocabulary limited to a catchphrase addressing his eleven-year-old companion: “Danger, Will Robinson!”
“The technology has evolved to suit the anxieties of the age, as has the nature of the mission, which goes awry and brings the Robinsons to settle on an uncharted planet.”
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