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Terminator: Dark Fate is one of many new legacy-quels taking what you loved about the best installments of a franchise, ignoring the movies that were bad, and basically rebooting the whole series by doing it all over again. Unfortunately, audiences didn’t really turn out to see this one in theaters, so we’re not likely to see how the story would have continued. But at the very least, we have the Terminator: Dark Fate Honest Trailer to remind us that this movie makes the events of Terminator 2: Judgment Day completely pointless. Even so, this is easily the best Terminator sequel since then.Terminator: Dark Fate Honest Trailer
This Terminator has it all: a new goopy Terminator, a grizzled Linda Hamilton as Sarah Connor, senseless killing of law enforcement and border patrol, Mackenzie Davis a new time traveler trying to save the world that is half-human half-Terminator, Natalia Reyes a new Mexican female version of John Connor, and Arnold Schwarzenegger an old Terminator who sells drapes and married a human woman.
That might sound like a total shitshow, but somehow it works pretty well as The Force Awakens of the Terminator franchise, for better and for worse. However, the seams of this movie are a little more transparent as the new goopy Terminator seems to be pretty shitty at killing any of the main characters, mostly because he opts to shove or throw them instead of just shooting or stabbing them. Are we sure these guys are super intelligent robots?
A few months ago – in what then seemed a little foolish, but now seems like an act of pure clairvoyance – I invested in a home theater. And when I say that, I mean an actual movie screen that is installed on a wall, with an HD projector and a sound system. I even bought a miniature popcorn maker that looks like the kind you see in theaters. What made this foolish was I live in Manhattan and it’s not like there’s a ton of space to go around anyway, let alone an entire wall devoted to a 92-inch projector screen. To be fair, it’s a nice looking screen. My thought process was that, for work, I watch a lot of movies at home and wouldn’t it be nice to basically have my own screening room?
Like a lot of these kinds of projects, I did use it quite a bit at first during awards season with all the screeners rolling in but, then, I started using it less and less. Honestly, sometimes I just like the idea of building something more than I do the finished project. Anyway, the point is, this week, as we all practice social distancing, the home theater has been getting quite a workout. Movies right now are a literal escape from reality. And what I mean by that is: if I’m not watching a movie in this makeshift theater room, I’m watching the news. With no sports anymore, it’s now basically either a full-length feature film or hour after hour of nonstop virus coverage. We all have to take a break from the news sometimes, even for this.
The last couple of nights we watched the original Terminator and then Terminator 2: Judgement Day. With Terminator: Dark Fate now available for your home viewing pleasure a movie I liked quite a bit, I’ve been thinking more and more about why these first two pretty spectacular movies can’t seem to quite nail the third one. And a third movie has been attempted four times now.
It’s weird, I’ve never watched Terminator and Terminator 2: Judgement Day back to back before. Or, at least, over the span of just a couple days, giving them my full attention. When is the last time you watched the original Terminator? Like really watched it. This isn’t a surprise, but it’s pretty incredible. And, yes, the headline of this piece that calls this a “hot take” is for the most part sarcasm. What makes it so great is that it’s just so simple. You see, there’s an almost indestructible bad guy and he won’t stop until he kills Sarah Connor or she, somehow, kills him. That’s pretty much it. Yes, there’s a pretty nifty backstory about a future war and how Sarah’s future son, John, becomes an important leader. But my favorite scene is when Michael Biehn’s Kyle Reese is trying to explain to Linda Hamilton’s Sarah Connor the ramifications of the future, she just kind of stops him and says something about how this all makes her head hurt. Yes. And it’s good they don’t take too much time trying to flesh out the World Building of all this. That’s where the...
SPOILER ALERT: If you are among the few who haven’t actually watched Netflix’s Tiger King docuseries, this review contains a lot of details about what goes down in the sad big cat saga.
With Netflix poised in the coming days to cash in and crank the base up a notch with more Tiger King, it's time to come out and say it: I hate the Red State porn that is the crash and burn of Joe Exotic
The initial seven episodes of this septic and shallow patchwork of trademark infringement, sex, guns, labor exploitation, song, drugs, mullets, betrayal, animal activism, revenge, and a lot of big cats may be much binged over these weeks of coronavirus lockdown, but that doesn't mean it's actually worth watching.
Now, I get it, I sound like I'm just a dour critic who hates anything that isn't prestige premium cable or aspirational. C'mon man, you want to say, Tiger King: Murder, Mayhem and Madness is just so unbelievable, I can't look away.
I respectfully disagree, and in fact, propose Tiger King isn't just bad, but dangerous in a divided America persistently looking to reduce the other side to caricature.
In a presently ailing nation where TV is more voluminous and vital than ever, the truth is the March 20 launched Tiger King is a clawed white trash misery index. Gawking at some clearly fragile and damaged people like would-be reality TV star Exotic and their below the Mason-Dixon line antics, the series subsequently provides a cultural circus for those smug bicoastals under stay at home orders and screaming to rise up in moral superiority.
Essentially, the tale of big cat collector, self-styled Oklahoma zoo proprietor and 2016 Presidential candidate Exotic AKA Joseph Maldonado-Passage and his ultimately unsuccessful attempt to have rival Carole Baskin knocked off by a hitman hired for $3,000, Tiger King is in that context more a zero-sum game, literally and figuratively, than hitting the zeitgeist.
Obviously, Netflix are pretty damn good at gauging and dragging the public mood over the years, as the likes of the then phenomenon of 2015's Making A Murderer or 2018’s Wild Wild Country prove. Yet, for all the attention it has drawn, this unfocused murder for hire exploration of sorts emerges as a bastard child of Cops, a million Dateline segments from the 1990s and Fox’s short-lived Murder in Small Town X reality show from 2001.
Not exactly the prestige product that the home of Roma, The Irishman and American Factory likes to brag about at award shows. Then again, with the knowledge that the Romans sold out the Colosseum every night feeding Christians to the lions, the bottom line based House of Hastings surely loves the subscription sign up that the currently incarcerated Maldonado-Passage and the accompanying motley gaggle of...