Man, not since Will Smith’s ego shafted IRobot by piquing the studio’s interest in its investment, have I been so disappointed by a film that would have, could have, should have and almost was, fucking awesome!
Are the dimwits who sign the checque books so retarded, that in 2009, they still think people want or need a sob filled happy ending – in a fucking movie about the end of the world, for christ’s sake????
There was an opportunity here to complete the story arc back to T1, offering buckets of closure with a magnificent and well acted twist (in the form of Sam Worthington) and they opt to drag the whole shebang out into another ‘franchise sequel’ – T5 with ‘heart’ strings. As if there weren’t enough threads to weave a sequel, or perhaps trilogy, from t2!!!!!
This film is outstanding for 1hour and 58 minutes and craps out so totally and utterly in what can only be (one hopes) a rancid, audience approved studio ending that you want to walk out, except you can’t because the fucking thing is over
“Dear Coke-Addled Studio Executive.
The whole emotional attachment we have with the film is based on the understanding that this is where it touches back to T1 – i.e. the original story arc is completed, as in, that this is the moment where John Connor sends Kyle Reece back in time to start the bloody thing in the first place – a fact we sorely needed reminding of after the abomination that was T3.
Were you so fucking high, or busy having your balls licked or enthralled by the walk-out surveys of your selected test-audiences that you couldn’t see that your happy heart-swapping, sorry, warming ending, negates the entire film?
A note here on script writing:
When you have really good actors and the script already allows them to portray the intricacies of the philosophically blurry relationship between humans and machines YOU DON’T NEED TO RAM IT DOWN OUR FUCKING THROATS. The most retarded viewer will get it, even if they can’t express themselves on a form.