It’s the future and the machines have almost completely taken over the world. There’s a small band of humans left who fight against them, led by John Connor (Christian Bale) who is at the moment looking for his teenage father Kyle (Anton Yelchin) (who got to be his father through time travel).
At the same time a young man (Sam Worthington) who doesn’t know anything about what’s going on makes his way through the world, discovering that he’s not quite human.
I never was a big Terminator fan. I watched the first two in preparation for the movie, but then couldn’t be bothered to watch number three. I went to the cinema for the cast. But because of that my hopes were rather high – the cast is really good and the premise is interesting (and from the trailer it seemed like they would take it to interesting places), plus I didn’t have any emotional attachment to the old movies which could be damaged by a reinterpretation of the series. Even when the first abysmal reviews came in, I still had hopes that it only sucked for people who liked the previous movies.
No such luck. This movie sucks for everybody.
They had the beginning of this really interesting premise – which started in T2 – about the blurring of lines between machines and humans with Marcus. He doesn’t know that he’s half a machine and it seems like being half a machine made him a better human (judging from his absolute psychoness in the beginning and his relative sanity later). Yet what we get is the most superficial treatment of the questions this raises possible.
I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything more from the writers of such timeless classics like Catwoman. [Seriously, why are they still allowed to write stuff? Did nobody in Hollywood see Catwoman?] I don’t know how far Jonathan Nolan’s involvement in all this is (he doesn’t show up in the credits), but if he contributed one word to this disaster, I can only say: SHAME ON HIM!
But apart from missed chances there’s plotholes the size of the universe, corny dialogue and oh, for fuck’s sake, more misogyny than I thought possible [only half of the female characters get a name and Ms. Connor does nothing but look worried and be pregnant etc]. Messy, messier, messed up.
The directing/editing sucked ass as well. In the more action filled scenes I got either bored or I didn’t know anymore what was going on. In short, the pacing was completely off.
How you can have a good cast like this and totally waste it is beyond me… I mean, Christian Bale can act but he needs good directing. Obvious fail on this account. Sam Worthington is a surprisingly good actor but got left alone with a flimsy character. Helena Bonham-Carter was so cartoonish in her role, I couldn’t really take her seriously. And Anton Yelchin, one of the most talented young actors around, gets a role with the range of a tadpole. Guuurrr-eat.
Seriously, don’t waste your time or money on this.
The most fun deadra and I had with the movie was when we got out and deadra said, “So, Chekov is John Connor’s father?” We then spend the rest of the evening designing a Unifying Theory of the Science Fiction Film and TV Universe (UTSFFTVU). [Surprisingly, it was the hardest to get Star Wars included… who would have thought?]