christian bale: skellington
sam worthington: really good-looking
that was all i really got out of it. it was one of those movies you left the theater thinking good thoughts about, but halfway to the car, you sort of stop and go, ‘hang on,’ why did the half man half machine super human infiltration device with a brain that could sync to skynet give up his heart to a dying john connor who was an ass when the place was crawling with normal human beings who’d end up dying later anyway; why didn’t they just rip the fucker out of one of them? and then everything just fell into place, and by the time you got to the car you were pissed that you spent ten bucks and most of your sunday afternoon being tricked by fancy ass cgi, and that none of the issues the movie began to pose had really been addressed, and the audience had been left hanging on what the movie had been about besides for the two hours of action until the end when the machine unselfishly (and stupidly) gives away his own heart. and? what the FUCK kind of conclusion are we to draw from that shitty and self indulgent ending? aaaand we are left hanging and the movie ends. we all saw the fucker coming, right from the beginning, when some broad shouted at the camera for the umpteenth time oh marcus, what a strong heart you have! and marcus what a heavy metal bones you have! thanks, red. now somehow give back the three hours of my life wasted watching the worst movie i’ve laid eyes on since crank 2. except i went in knowing that crank 2 would be absolutely horrible, and relished every minute of it. terminator salvation= biggest let-down of all time. and i only have myself to blame for going to see it.
anyway, i could go on. and on. and onnnn, but i’ll stop here. the one good thing= that new australian actor= FINE. and a hell of a lot better at acting than christian bale.
i’m gonna go get something to eat. i might write a later when i’ve stopped fuming.
