Terminator: Salvation was on this weekend and we watched it despite my desire never to do so again. We couldn’t find anything else to watch so we decided to give it a second chance.
Nope. Still fail. And now I am angry again and will repost my original review:
Sarah Connor was not only the mother of the saviour, she was a strong, unerring soldier in the War Against the Machines. She was a figurehead. A leader. It was not hard to see where John's strength came from.
Kyle Reese loved her.
He had never met her.
All he had were the stories of her and a crumpled photo that for some reason, John Connor had chosen to give him that first time they met. Of course, one does not question the great John Connor. One only obeys, no matter the cost. Kyle Reese knew that he would give his life for John. And for Sarah.
The second time Kyle met John Connor was just as momentous, though confusing. It was shortly after John had led the massive offensive attack against Skynet's base of operations. What Kyle did not know was that when John and his team finally entered the facility, they found it dark. Lifeless, save for the lingering sparks of energy given off by a single machine in a large, otherwise empty room. Information flashed on the computer monitor. Time had come.
Kyle volunteered for the top secret mission, never once expecting to be chosen. He was just a kid who had done nothing to prove himself any more special than the other soldiers fighting at his side. Yet he was chosen above all to perform this task on which their very future depended: Protect Sarah Connor.
John Connor was not known to show emotion. Not surprising for someone with the fate of the entire human race resting on his shoulders. And yet there, in that cold room in Skynet's belly, John chose to forego words and instead, embrace Kyle as if he did not ever want to let him go. Then he walked away, never once looking back. Kyle, shaken but determined, began to undress. Sparks began to crackle behind him...
Okay so I've embellished a little. Forgive me. But that's the story I've romanticized in my head since I read it in Grade 10 in the Terminator novelization. And that's the story that I've been waiting all this time to see.
Sadly, Terminator: Salvation failed to give this to me. I forgive the film for not adhering to this plot line. The magic of this saga is that there are so many roads that it can take, often, as it seems, foregoing continuity. Such is the nature of the terminator time line. The future is tangled in the past.
|Have we met?|
And where is Kyle in this film? Oh I dunno. You'd think, if your existence was based on your daddy's survival, you'd keep him under close watch. But John seems to have no active plans to find Kyle until the end when he learns Kyle is alive. Then he proceeds to convince his people, against Michael Ironside's wishes, to hold off on a major offensive against Skynet because "our future and our humanity depend upon it. Trust me." Gee John, you think an awful lot of yourself, don't you.
This isn't a horrible movie. It has its merits on its own, I suppose (kudoes to the team for the efforts put into the homage to Cameron and Arnold without making it too cheesy and corny). And I had big expectations for it, thanks to my highschool dream, so it had far too much to live up to. But when I realized what was bugging me so much about this movie after watching it last night, I realized why I had gotten up feeling so dead inside.