Ok, let’s get this straight.
I have two older brothers – I grew up on a diet of action movies, mainly starring Bruce Willis, Mel Gibson, Arnold Schwarzenegger (essentially what is now the grizzly cast of The Expendables movies).
So I have actually seen The Terminator. Just not in a veeeery long time.
In fact, I realised most of what I remembered was actually from Terminator 2: Judgment Day, which I watched waaay more times.
Firstly DAMN Arnie makes an excellent villain.
Seriously, I know the role didn’t require him to have many (any) facial expressions, but it was chilling stuff, even before he lost chunks of his face and became the creepy, red-eyed, death-stare skeleton.
And with all this talk of Ghostbusters getting a female reboot and the thumbs up for more oestrogen-driven action flicks, why don’t we take a moment to cheer director/co-writer James Cameron and the original Sarah Connor Linda Hamilton for creating a movie heroine some three decades ago.
No wonder Ripley got a shot of badass in Aliens with Cameron on board to direct.
In fact, I found Connor very reminiscent of Sigourney Weaver’s Ripley – particularly her transformation from a scared survivor in the first film, to a warrior in the sequel.
What also struck me – aside from a super young Bill Paxton looking hilarious as a punk
– is just how much I hadn’t realised Terminator’s influence on modern day films.
Most recently, in the grim future of X-Men: Days of Future Past, where in the piles of skulls and even the Sentinels themselves, I could have been watching the 2029 of The Terminator.
What can I say? The Terminator is a classic for a reason. Not as scary as it would have been back in 1984, but still a gripping ride.
This year marks it’s 30th anniversary – next month (October) to be exact