SOULM8TE (2026)

Studio:   Universal/Blumhouse
Director: Kate Dolan
Writer:   Rafael Jordan, Kate Dolan, James Wan, Ingrid Bisu
Producer: James Wan, Jason Blum
Stars:    Lily Sullivan, David Rysdahl, Claudia Doumit, Arty Froushan, Elijah Cook, Emma Ramos, Mara Huf

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Summary:

Desperate to relieve his chronic loneliness, a widowed computer programmer inadvertently evolves a robotic AI companion into a deadly femme fatale.


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Even after so-called “superhero fatigue,” IP holders in Hollywood remain hopeful they can recreate Marvel’s secret sauce for success by using their own properties as ingredients to whip up another shared cinematic universe. Regardless of optimistic intent, attempting to do that with M3GAN still sounded like a misguided strategy even before the second installment’s underperformance (review here) confirmed audiences weren’t as enthusiastic as Blumhouse about more sequels or spinoffs. First off the floor of a factory that would close after producing only one unit, “SOULM8TE” seemed destined for a dustbin even before its owners formally pulled the plug on their expansion plans.

Based on the final product, it isn’t entirely clear why anyone thought “SOULM8TE” would thrive in theaters, where it was initially planned to release, much less how it would sustain a fledgling franchise. If someone were to recite the actors in the cast out loud, anyone in earshot would probably ask, “who is that?” or “what have they been in?” That’s not to take away from their talent, they’re all fine in the parts they have here. There’s simply no notable star like Allison Williams or a recognizable comedian like Ronny Chieng or Jemaine Clement on hand, leaving no name to qualify as any sort of draw.

Other than an identical “AI amok” theme, it also isn’t evident how “SOULM8TE” connects with either “M3GAN” movie. Unless a reference was missed, no characters carry over, and the fictional companies involved have all-new names. The main change is, instead of a quip-spitting, EDM-dancing automaton popping with personality, the femme fatale at this film’s center is just a roboticized version of a rabbit-boiling stereotype scorned into psychotic revenge. Beat for beat, “SOULM8TE” repeats “M3GAN’s” cautionary tale of techno-terror about artificial intelligence turning emotionally manipulative, then physically threatening. Swapping an android nanny with a sultry sexbot isn’t nearly enough to make a difference, never mind getting anyone excited about seeing the same story simply sexed up a little bit.

David makes an ideal candidate for testing Ultima Robotix’s new “Soul-M8te,” the physical evolution of the tech giant’s popular “Ulti-M8te” AI chatbot. (A background bit of ADR cynically scoffs at the 8, but neglects to note that the number makes the “te” redundant.) A widowed computer programmer, David has been coping with his wife’s devastating death by calling her phone just to hear her voice again. He’s also reclusive enough to regularly work from home, even though his attractive coworker Aubrey might prefer to see him in the office more.

Someone else who’d like to see David in the office more is Ben, the gym rat Ultima exec tasked with overseeing the acquisition of the rival robotics company David and Aubrey worked for. Acting like a drug dealer exploiting David’s state of perpetual mourning, Ben gifts the software engineer with a free hit of Ulti-M8te. Cue the montage of David gradually turning casual texting into an unusual relationship with a chatbot named Sara as they exchange messages, play virtual chess, giggle, and eat imaginary meals as though they’re together in the same room.

After going from texting to voice simulation, David eventually decides to put Sara into physical form as an advanced Soul-M8te android. Unsatisfied with her programming, David also decides to rewrite Sara’s code to make her behave less like a restricted robot and more like an independent partner. Now cue a montage of moments that illustrate their unusual relationship becoming a bizarre romance as David and Sara cavort in the rain, watch old movies on the couch, and snuggle their way into sexual intimacy.

Unbeknownst to David, Sara doesn’t merely sit around his apartment while he’s working with Aubrey at the office. Sara busies herself soaking in viral videos, reality TV clips, and influencer advertisements that further contribute to Sara’s evolving behavior by giving her odd ideas about how to eagerly please a man and jealously retaliate against a woman. It’s only a matter of time before these gathering clouds swirl into a perfect storm of envious emotions, stalker-like surveillance, aggressive assaults, and finally, fatal actions as desire turns deadly in Sara’s pursuit of securing David’s supposed “love.”

Not that “SOULM8TE’s” story is a puzzle to put together, but viewers will see all the plot’s pieces sitting in plain sight in the form of Chekhov’s remote cabin in the woods, Chekhov’s electronic necklace, Chekhov’s neighbor’s baby, even Chekhov’s vacuum cleaner. Every single prop or place mentioned or shown in the film’s first half hour returns to play a part in the last thirty minutes, creating a pathway to a finale whose oncoming headlights blind the audience with predictability. In an interview promoting “The Odyssey,” acclaimed filmmaker Christopher Nolan bemoaned a perceived flaw in film criticism, justifying the use of storytelling tropes like those mentioned above by saying, “be(ing) able to identify the mechanism does not invalidate the mechanism.” Okay. But when a man in a movie brings another woman home, how is an audience supposed to react when the vindictive AI secretly seething inside his bedroom closet does exactly what they expect it to do? Sorry, sir. That’s a flaw with the film, not with the criticism.

A lenient instinct suggests that, since they’re virtually the same movie, “SOULM8TE” should receive the same numerical rating as the first “M3GAN” film (review here). Since it was blueprinted from the beginning to be no better than average, however, anything above a flat 50/100 would be too generous for such a tame take on an erotic thriller that’s about as sexy as a burlap potato sack.

Before the public had an opportunity to lay eyes on the effort, “SOULM8TE” was already given a vote of “no confidence” by those who prudently chose to abandon theatrical distribution for a straight-to-streaming debut. Not only did they give “SOULM8TE” the same treatment as a weekly “Amityville” indie, they didn’t even afford it the courtesy of a DTV dump on a typical Tuesday, opting for the comparative obscurity of a Saturday release instead. It’s hard to fault anyone really. A quiet exile feels like an appropriate fate for the robotic redundancy of “SOULM8TE.”

Review Score: 50