Terminator 2: Judgment Day Was Everything Great and Everything Terrible about the Series
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The Terminator franchise is a property that has continued to resist Hollywood gravity for years now, though it’s not difficult to see why. Arnold Schwarzenegger, the muscleman whose underestimated acting abilities made the eponymous killer robot a cinematic sensation, is still game to reprise his role in movie after movie. The concept of militarized mecha hunting down and killing defenseless humans has ceased to even be fiction anymore, and of course, James Cameron has come around on the idea of drawing more paychecks from one of his most successful properties.
But the trouble is that the series as a whole hasn’t been good for a while. Even the latest movie, Dark Fate, the sixth in the series, didn’t really do much to move the needle despite being a pretty decent action film and a welcome return for Linda Hamilton’s Sarah Connor in a movie where Cameron again gets a writing credit after having huffed about not wanting to continue the property when Terminator 3 came out in 2003.
Terminator 2: Judgment Day is, as of now, the last really good movie in the series, the kind of full-blown phenomenon that utterly conquered the box office and the brains of moviegoers when it came out in 1991. It launched a million and a half parodies, completely codified the late-’80s/early-’90s action movie aesthetic, and cemented Schwarzenegger further as one of the most bankable stars ever.
Terminator 2 was an awesome movie, a master class in how to use special effects to thrill and enhance a story, and a sequel that really got mileage out of a committed returning cast. As it turns 30, it is also important to realize that it is the source (one might say the “genisys”) of the stuff that is wrong with the property, too.
Terminator was a down-and-dirty, mean-to-the-core ’80s action movie with a chilling sci-fi twist. The few scenes set in the horrible bombed-out future dystopia make great use of effects, set the stakes, and inform the character of Michael Biehn’s time-traveling bodyguard, Kyle Reese. Schwarzenegger is perfectly cast as a literal killing machine, and Hamilton’s Sarah Connor has an arc, though a simple one.
The sequel takes all of this stuff and introduces interesting complications and consequences that make use of the actors, and the years lying between the two movies. Sarah Connor did survive and give birth to John Connor, the son who will save the world, but the world reacted to her doomsaying in exactly the way you would expect: by locking her up in a mental institution and taking her son away from her. That has in turn put John (Eddie Furlong) in foster care and led to his growing up as a wild child, ripping off ATMs for kicks.
As Sarah has forewarned, the machines are getting ready to stage their overthrow of mankind, and they do so by sending another mechanized killer through time to try to kill John. And as before, the human resistance in the future has sent a protector back to try to prevent that from occurring. The script is flipped though: This time, Arnold Schwarzenegger’s killer robot has been reprogrammed to be a good guy. The bad guy is not a hulking brute (because who in 1991 could have convincingly out-muscled Schwarzenegger?) but a shapeshifting assassin portrayed by Robert Patrick, wearing the face of a smiling LAPD officer.
Just as Patrick’s T-1000 makes an attempt on John’s life, Arnold sweeps in with a shotgun and a motorcycle to save him, and we’re introduced to the dynamic that some give this movie grief for: robo-Arnold-as-babysitter to Furlong’s over-eager savior-in-training. Furlong’s portrayal was apparently so obnoxious to those looking back on the property that he’s never really reprised his role again, and in a truly shocking first-act gut-punch in Dark Fate, some other Terminator just walks up and kills his ass not long after the events of this film. Personally, I don’t get the hatred, but maybe some people haven’t seen the Star Wars Ewok movies or Rock-a-Doodle (which came out that same year!) and just lack a frame of reference for annoying child stars.
Arnold and his young ward bust Sarah Connor out of the loony bin and plot the downfall of the shady megacorp that will produce the machine overlords, all while evading the unstoppable T-1000. Along the way, all kinds of vehicles and buildings explode, and Arnold delivers beautifully stupid (stupidly beautiful?) one-liners right before causing said explosions. Sit down to rewatch it, and there’s no mystery why it drilled into the brains of the audiences of 1991 and took up residence there all summer long.