Starring Christian Bale, Sam Worthington, and Anton
It's 2018. John Connor (Christian Bale), the prophesied leader of the resistance against the continuous waves of machines built on destroying humanity, is coordinating his independent groups of fighters along the Pacific coast to launch an attack on Skynet's San Francisco headquarters. When we last saw Connor, he was watching the beginning of the end of civilization some 15 years earlier, an event engineered by Skynet, but his role in this revolution was preordained. He was born to lead the resistance, according to his mother, and he's always known this day would come. In one of the more interesting science fiction narratives the motion pictures have ever produced, this is one of its more compelling chapters: When John Connor becomes John Connor. So how in the world could Terminator Salvation fail so miserably? There are a few culprits. Obviously, with any bad movie (especially one that should be good), you look at the director. McG is not known for this kind of film, and when he was announced as the director, purists took great exception to the former music video director and the man behind the camera for Charlie's Angels putting his hands on Terminator. But this is not solely McG's failure, and as far as the direction goes scene-by-scene, it's actually decent. He does not, however, manage his film and its parts very well. The screenplay by Michael Ferris and John Brancato (who also wrote T3) is almost non-existent. Indeed, for entire sections of the film, no script is even required or evident. Where the screenplay is involved, Ferris and Brancato have concocted dreadful dialogue backed by very little motivation.