I won’t be back.
For sure, we won’t (for the next version of Terminator, that is).
Folks, there’s no gripping drama in Terminator Salvation, the latest instalment of the Terminator franchise.
All there is to this movie is the thud, thump and screech of metal, guns blazing and frenetic, mindless and mindnumbing action across a bleak, hostile landscape.
How can there be any drama when there’s a mere fig leaf of a story accompanying all the loud noises and huge fireballs.
One wonders if this movie of Machines vs Man was made by a machine. Sure looks it.
Set in 2018 and filmed mostly against a greyish backdrop in low light, Terminator Salvation is the familiar account of the battle of humans against the self-aware Skynet computer system that now rules the world through its army of machines except for isolated pockets of resistance by small collections of humans who survived the big nuclear fire.
Yes, the machines are many, hulking, ugly and fast. And the humans arraigned against them are few, puny, outnumbered and outgunned.
Since this is a Terminator movie, there are of course the familiar names of John Connor (Christian ‘Batman’ Bale) and Kyle Reese (Anton Yelchin). Wouldn’t be a Terminator movie otherwise, would it.
Yes, Sarah Connor is here too.
Remember Sarah? The Los Angeles waitress in Terminator I, who had the Arnold ‘Cyborg’ Schawarzenegger after her in 1984. Actually, Sarah is not here in flesh and blood since it’s already 2018 but we do hear her familiar voice on tape advising son John.
None of the main actors in Terminator Salvation stand out in any way. Not Bale. Not Worthington. Not Yelchin.
No, we didn’t find the character of Marcus Wright (Sam Worthington) endearing either since there was more flesh on this machine and less in his role.
Bottomline, all the pyrotechnics on a lunar-like, semi-dark landscape not only can’t salvage this piece of trash but gets tiresome quickly.
Dejavu at best and ennui at worst. That’s Terminator Salvation for you.
Maybe, it’s time to put this Terminator baby to sleep. Once and for all and spare us a reprise of this drivel, four or five years from now.