This is one of those misjudgments that could only have come from a talented filmmaker with an idea, ripped off from "A.I." and a million other movies, seen through to the bitter end. Blomkamp uses his titular creation, inspired by short films the director made prior to "District 9," to prod the audience into thinking about man's inhumanity to man and the ethical ramifications of artistic intelligence. Yet the rooting interests in "Chappie," such as they aren't, remain hopelessly conflicted, so that you care for nobody's survival, least of all the "Wall-E" knock-off. Already the film has its defenders who appreciate Blomkamp's willingness to juggle tones and intentions. But the pathos just feels icky and wrong and I think "Chappie" is misspelled; somebody threw in an "h" where the "r" belongs.