The End of the (Time)Line
Before we go any further, a brief recap of this column's position when it comes to the Terminator franchise: The Terminator is a stone-cold all-time classic, and a practically perfect movie (possibly because it's the only one in the series not conceived of as a blockbuster), Terminator 2 is very decent in a deafening-overblown-James-Cameron-big-budget-remake sort of way, Rise of the Machines passes the time in a not actively painful manner, and Terminator: Salvation is a pointless and puny waste of money and talent.
Given this general trajectory, the omens are not great for Alan Taylor's Terminator Genisys even before we consider the silly title. This is a film the rights to which essentially went to the winners of an auction, so perhaps one's expectation management should be even more severe than that.
Anyway, the film initially appears to be playing it safe and heading down the route of being a more polished remake of the original film, as, in the year 2029, Kyle Reese (this time: Jai Courtney) prepares to go back in time and save Sarah Connor (this time: Emilia Clarke) from cybernetic assassins. She is a target due to her being destined to give birth to John Connor (this time: Jason Clarke), the man who will lead the human race to victory following a nuclear war sparked by a rogue AI, Skynet. (Does anyone not know the Terminator backstory...? I feel obliged to recap it anyway.)
But when Kyle arrives in 1984, pursuing the Terminator already dispatched back there, he finds that time is out of joint: the Terminator has already been dealt with by another, somewhat wizened machine of the same model (I need not tell you who plays this role, I suspect), who is working with an entirely clued-up Sarah, while Kyle finds himself hunted by a T-1000 Terminator, which likewise shouldn't be here at all.
What on Earth is going on? Kyle never actually asks this, so far as I recall, but he should clearly be thinking it, as should the audience. Well, to cut a long story short, this film takes the nuclear option when it comes to time travel as a plot device, and sticks anti-matter in its microwave (if that's not too tortuous a metaphor). Basically, all the major characters end up in an entirely pre-apocalyptic near future, where they find out that Skynet is now an app or a mobile phone or the new version of Windows or something, and the reason this is happening is because...
I have two good reasons for not going any further. One is that it would involve heavy spoilers for the second half of the film, and the other is that I really haven't got a clue what's going on. To be fair, Terminator Genisys probably isn't much more full of blinky-blonky techno-cobblers and suspect determinism than any of the other sequels, but it's a lot more up-front about it, predicating its plot around some startling narrative developments it never properly bothers to explain: what exactly is going on with the grumpy old T-800 that was apparently sent back to the early 1970s? Not only does the film not bother to explain, it essentially says 'we'll get to this in the next sequel', which I feel is relying rather too much on audience goodwill. (It may be significant that playing a small but important role in this film is one – it says here – "Matthew" Smith, an actor more experienced than most in dealing with byzantine time-travel plots that may not, in the final analysis, properly hang together.)
The first act of the film has fun re-staging and screwing around with sequences from the original Terminator (Bill Paxton doesn't come back, by the way), and this stuff has a sort of demented energy that serves the film rather well. Once everyone decamps to the future, though, the film becomes rather more predictable and even pedestrian: you'll never guess what, but they've got to stop Skynet being created! Just like in number 2. Oh, and number 3. And, I'll hazard a guess, number 6, when it's finally made. Hey ho.
What is perhaps surprising is what a peripheral presence Arnie is in the movie, given I doubt they'd have made it without him. When his CGI double isn't being chucked through walls in the action scenes, he spends quite a lot of his time just standing around, occasionally waking up to deliver comic relief or bafflegab exposition. He's still clearly up for it, however, and this is surely his best work since that odd political interlude in his career.
Much of the film is left to Courtney and the Clarkes to carry, and they do a decent enough job, supported by a script which actually manages to find decent moments of emotion and thoughtfulness between all the crash-bang-wallop and tortuous temporal wrangling. J.K. Simmons pops up as – I think – a new character who was supposedly mixed up in the events of 1984, but he's mainly just there to do exposition and comic relief as well.
Like all the other sequels, this knows the audience it's pitching to and sticks in all the appropriate explosions and jokes and lingering shots of heavy weaponry, as well as enough references to the original film to gratify the fanbase (though Brad Fiedel's theme is saved for the closing credits), although I would be really very hesitant about taking anyone to see this who wasn't already familiar with the first film (at least).
If it doesn't have the raw energy, inventiveness, and dramatic charge of The Terminator – well, hardly anything does, and at least it's more fun to watch than Terminators 3 or 4 (in places, certainly). But the prospect of yet more, even more convoluted sequels, kind of makes my heart sink a bit. Blowing up the existing timeline and letting the bits fall where they may is what powers this movie, but it's not exactly a long term strategy, and I can't imagine them managing to drag the story back to a place where it actually makes sense any more. On its own terms, this is a rather unsatisfying film, narratively at least – but I still think that any further sequels will find the law of diminishing returns biting them very hard and very fast. Enough, Arnie, enough: this time, don’t come back.