Terminator Genisys

“Old, not obsolete.” These three words are repeated often throughout Terminator Genisys, Alan Taylor’s contribution to the iconic ’80s/’90s action series, and they apply perfectly to the film’s biggest name: Arnold Schwarzenegger himself, reprising his role as an unstoppable cyborg for the umpteenth time in the Terminator saga’s lifespan. If any production in the latter day of Schwarzenegger’s storied career as a big screen tough guy validates his star power, it’s this one, though don’t take that as endorsement of Terminator Genisys’s better merits. Movies can do worse than be merely watchable. For example, they can be willfully obscure and smugly self-promotional.
Just as their characters do in the movie’s finale, Schwarzenegger, Emilia Clarke and Jai Courtney manage to stave off climactic disaster by about ten minutes. That’s all that they can do, though—which is a pretty polite way of saying that Terminator Genisys’s mediocrity seeps from its bones. Taylor, a TV veteran of Game of Thrones, Mad Men and Deadwood fame, has respectable directing chops, but he isn’t a magician. His work on Thor: The Dark World didn’t adequately prepare him for architecting a movie that cares as little about temporal continuity as casting continuity. The messiness of the script, penned by Laeta Kalogridis and Patrick Lussier, matches the messiness of Taylor’s staging and execution. When Terminator Genisys approaches conflict on personal terms, it works. When the film devotes its energy toward blowing up all the things, so too does it explode our patience.
But Taylor’s commitment to fan service is more frustrating by far. Genisys winks and nudges so much it’ll bruise your ribs. As a nod to the five remaining people on Earth who haven’t seen James Cameron’s 1984 original and his 1991 follow-up, Taylor squeezes both pictures into a two-hour retcon. We start off with Terminator, as future resistance fighter John Connor (Jason Clarke) sends his top advisor and comrade at arms, Kyle Reese (Courtney), back in time to defend Sarah “Mama” Connor (the other Clarke) from mechanoid assassins. Then, we commence with a condensed version of Terminator II: Judgment Day, where Lee Byung-hun thanklessly imitates Robert Patrick with his trademark placid magnetism for about twenty minutes. It would be insulting if it wasn’t so brief.
From there, the film introduces its own chronological jiggery-pokery to spice things up. Sarah isn’t the helpless damsel Kyle expects her to be, for one thing, and in the best example of bad movie science since Superman turned back time, his 1980s sojourn shakes loose errant memories of a childhood he never had. (What’s better than one timeline? Two timelines!)