Terminator Salvation delivers decent action eye candy–too bad the story gets blown away in all the explosions.

Terminator Salvation
**1/2
Directed by McG
Starring Christian Bale, Sam Worthington, Common, Moon Bloodgood

Let’s get this out of the way right upfront: McG is not the reason that Terminator Salvation disappoints.  It goes without saying that, as a filmmaker, he’s no James Cameron, the man that got the franchise rolling with the first Terminator film back in 1984 and followed it up with one of the best sequels in film history, 1991′s Terminator 2: Judgment Day.  Despite–or perhaps because of–his titanic ego, Cameron remains one of contemporary cinema’s premiere action directors and both Terminator movies highlight his skill at staging large-scale set-pieces that fuse white-knuckle intensity with a compelling emotional hook.

If nothing else, McG at least gets the first part of this equation right.  The action sequences in Terminator Salvation are big, loud and generally well-executed, offering all the bombast—giant explosions! gunfire! car chases!—audiences expect from a summer blockbuster.  And unlike X-Men Origins: Wolverine, the studio clearly gave McG and his crew a sizeable special-effects budget.  The various Terminator models that make up Skynet’s robot army are convincingly brought to life onscreen via an almost seamless mixture of practical and CGI-effects.  McG also makes some interesting, if entirely derivative, choices behind the camera, choreographing a wild Mad Max meets Transformers car chase and shooting several sequences in long takes that echo Alfonso Cuaron’s modern-day sci-fi classic Children of Men.  That Terminator Salvation turns out to be a solid action flick is all the more amazing when you remember that McG is best known for directing the widely loathed Charlie’s Angels movies, which were deliberately silly and over the top, the very opposite of the grim war picture this one aspires to be.

So, no McG hasn’t ruined the Terminator franchise—the Terminator franchise has ruined the Terminator franchise.  By that I mean that this story is over and has been over since the credits rolled on T2 almost two decades ago.  Cameron’s movies said all there is to say about John Connor (played here by Christian Bale), his mother Sarah Connor (who is only heard hear as a voice on an old audio tape) and the killer robots from the future that are constantly hunting them down.  Thus, the latter-day sequels—the misbegotten Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines and now Terminator Salvation—do nothing beyond filling in blanks that don’t need to be filled in.  It’s not an exaggeration to say that if you’ve seen the first two Terminator films, you already know everything that happens in Salvation, which picks up 14 years after Judgment Day in the midst of the war between Skynet and the ragtag Resistance army.  You already know that Connor will successfully find and rescue teenage soldier Kyle Reese (Anton Yelchin) from Skynet’s clutches, because if he doesn’t, he’ll never send him back in time to impregnate Sarah.  You already know that Connor will go from a mere soldier to the leader of the Resistance because he’s had this destiny drilled into him ever since birth.  Hell, you already know that Connor ultimately defeats Skynet and restores control of the Earth to mankind.  There’s no suspense, no drama to the film because Connor is a narrative dead end—his past, present and future are pre-determined, which makes him a thoroughly dull hero.  It doesn’t help that Bale delivers such a leaden performance, stalking through the movie growling and grimacing like he’s in the middle of history’s worst hangover.

Perhaps realizing they had a scowling blank where a dynamic leading man should be, the screenwriters throw a second protagonist into the mix, Marcus Wright (Sam Worthington), a convicted murderer on death row who unwisely donated his body to the Cyberdyne Corporation—the company responsible for Skynet’s creation—before his execution.  In the intervening years since his death, he’s been transformed into an experimental hybrid of man and machine: he appears human on the outside, but underneath that layer of skin he’s all metal…save for the human heart that beats within his steel chest.  Released into a post-Judgment Day world, Wright crosses paths with Reese and, inevitably, Connor, who is all too eager to put a bullet in his cyborg brain.  Word on the street is that Marcus was supposed to be Salvation‘s main character, but when Bale turned the role down and made it clear he was only interested in playing Connor, the script was heavily re-worked to shift the focus to John.  That’s a shame because Marcus Wright is the only interesting person onscreen, largely because he’s the one wild card in an otherwise stacked deck.  Unfortunately, the film is unable to explore his personality in depth as it’s forced to regularly cut back to humanity’s humorless savior and his crew of equally stone-faced soldiers, whose ranks include Barnes (the rapper Common, in a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it role), Blair (Moon Bloodgood) and John’s pregnant wife (Bryce Dallas Howard), a character of such little importance, her name is never actually mentioned in the movie.

Terminator Salvation‘s actions sequences are strong enough to keep the film from being a complete waste of time.  But it’s a largely empty moviegoing experience because the characters and story don’t demand any emotional investment.  As action-packed as the first two Terminator movies are, Cameron never lost sight of the fact that the core of the story was the relationship between a mother, her son and a surrogate father figure (Arnold Schwarzenegger’s T-800 Terminator).  Deprived of that kind of dramatic heft, Terminator Salvation is little more than a series of big explosions in search of a point.

Verdict: Rent It

I’m totally riding on Ethan’s coat tails but this is HILARIOUS. How fast is the internet?

Wow… Christian Bale needs to take a vacation or something. This just-leaked tape from the set of Terminator Salvation finds the erstwhile Dark Knight chewing out the film’s director of photography for…I dunno, getting in his light or something.  The best part of this profanity-strewn tirade is when Bale calls out for the film’s director McG to get involved and the guy disavows all knowledge of the situation.  Pretty hilarious stuff.  Listen to the full rant here… just make sure you’ve got your headphones on!