I spent my D-Day watching the latest Terminator flick and walking around the Yuppie Mall. Hooray! What a wonderful day.
Somewhere in the middle of this flick I decided at last that I really didn’t like the Terminator franchise. The concept is intriguing. The latest installment almost breathtakingly pretty. But I am absolutely disgusted by a film (and TV) series that randomly tosses out any sense of continuity or reason when it gets in the way of infinite expansion of the franchise.
We killed off the Terminator. Skynet is impossible. Oh wait! We could make another movie. Quick! Invent a loophole. And again. And again. Ad infinitum. Quick man! Save Kyle Reese! Even though if he was dead John Connor wouldn’t be around to order someone to save him. Let’s invent multiple Terminators that may or may not have been/will be existing depending on our needs for a quick cash infusion.
Bollocks.
Enjoyable. But bollocks.