Description
Decades after Sarah Connor prevented Judgment Day, a lethal new Terminator is sent to eliminate the future leader of the resistance. In a fight to save mankind, battle-hardened Sarah Connor teams up with an unexpected ally and an enhanced super soldier to stop the deadliest Terminator yet.
it sets a disgusting tone at the very beginning. It's so incompetent and stupid to merge John - well, it was clearly written without respect for the original.
the picture and effects are imho worse than in 91.
and of course the aging terminator SEWING CURTAINS is just a curtain...
1-2-4 parts are good
3-5-6 - no
Instead of a detailed opinion on Terminator: Dark Fates, I wanted to first quote a perestroika anecdote that I heard performed by Dmitry Goblin and Puchkov, but decided that it was completely boring without a review. And I will leave the anecdote, the hero of which the producers of the series are so similar to, in a postscript. They probably have the same number of wonderful ideas. It's a pity that over thirty years, film studios have managed to completely discourage people from visiting their creations. I must say, the best thing that has happened to the franchise over the years is the series The Sarah Connor Chronicles. On the big screens, the situation is terrible (except that the fourth picture called "May the Savior Come", the only one in which they departed from the formula invented by Cameron, is undeservedly kicked painfully - I personally like it. It's a pity that the ending was changed due to its being drained into the network). In the end, the story about the confrontation between a bad robot and a good man/cyborg who came from the future and tried to kill/protect the chosen one / the chosen one in the present is sick and tired. And "Dark Destinies" are the quintessence of this insanity. The screenwriters are trying to be original. But all their attempts come down to destroying Cameron's legacy (if there is still something left to destroy). In the first minute of the film, John Connor is disposed of in the most cynical way. After that, his mother is sent to an endless loop of reboots, where she destroys another terminator once every n years. It is quite ironic to watch the suffering of Sarah, who is going through the same thing as the audience - the murder and abuse of a loved one. However, the unrestrained imagination of the authors disappears somewhere. We have before us a compilation of the original two parts, in which instead of John Connor - nouname-came from Mexico, instead of the liquid Terminator - a sluggish jelly-like Latin American (with the only difference from the T-1000 that he can clone himself up to two copies!), instead of Kyle Reese - a woman, well, at least Schwartz's gender was not changed - and that's good. Although... It's a lot worse fate than going from a killing machine to becoming a curtain salesman. As you understand, the sixth part is not called the Feminator for nothing. And it would be fine if everything was on the case. Sarah Connor is one of the most striking action heroines, but what we are offered to replace her is a quiet horror.
The Mexican woman is the chosen one, because in the future she will say "Let's kill robots", but in the present she is not registered in any way. The soldier's girl is also not interesting in any way. They try to cast a shadow over the fence with her, but the intrigue unfolds closer to the middle of the most tedious two-hour timekeeping. And what about the action? He is there! The only problem is that the screenwriters not only failed to come up with anything new in terms of the plot, but most of the shootings, chases and fights are a reworking of ideas that everyone admired in the late 80s - early 90s. Another chase with a truck, again like a factory. Weightlessness with an airplane was added - achievement of achievements. So, no matter how well or badly it was filmed, the endless repetition of the same thing is tiring. If your third trilogy in a row is not going through the first iteration, maybe it's time to bury the stewardess? And at the same time, do not climb with dirty little hands with your topical problems (the savior is a Mexican! Got it, Trump?!), where it is not provided.
P.S.
The Kremlin. Hallway. Mikhail Sergeyevich Gorbachev is walking along the Kremlin corridor. Nikolai Ryzhkov, Chairman of the Council of Ministers of the USSR, met him. Gorbachev to Ryzhkov:
- Kolya, tell me how is our household there?
- You know, Mikhail Sergeyevich, our chickens are dying.
- How, where?
- Well, that's it. Literally in all collective farms, all over the country.
- There is a solution, Nikolai: you need to cut squares out of plywood and attach them to each cage with chickens.
Ryzhkov was stunned, left, a few days later Gorbachev was walking through the Kremlin again, Ryzhkov met him:
- How are you, Kolya?
- Mikhail Sergeevich, the chickens continue to die.
- There is a solution: you need to draw a red circle inside each plywood square.
Ryzhkov is completely shocked, he left. They meet again a few days later:
- Kolya, how are you?
- Almost all the chickens have died...
- There is a solution: you need to draw a yellow triangle inside each red circle.
Ryzhkov went to perform. They meet in another week:
- Kolya, how is it?
- All the chickens died.
Gorbachev is disappointed: It's a pity, but I still had so many wonderful ideas!