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These are Doritos movies, indeed: a lot of crunching, a lot of empty calories.
That is to say, remember movies 3, 4, and 5?
The prologue ofTerminator: Dark Fatedepicts the tragic upshot.
(Couldnt the filmmakers have come up with a different kind of villain?
Theyre as unimaginative as the Knights Who Say Ni: We want anothershrubbery!)
Screw you, Jim: Skynet won anyway.
By then, hed apparently taken up with Suzy Amis fromTitanic.)
(A black skeleton climbs out of him very Day of the Dead.)
There are nice touches.
Camerons audaciously hopeful ethos returns with a vengeance: Fuck fate.
What matters are the choices we make now.
(The Hollywood word for fate isformula.)
Great war-movie stuff, and the actors play it well.
(She looks like Mary Stuart Masterson stretched out.)
The Colombian-born Reyes evokes Danis innocence without seeming insipid, and her budding militancy without forsaking vulnerability.
The loss of arrogance becomes him.
Telling you to crunch all you want is how the studios get you lazy, fat, and addicted.
