Zombie Franchises: Terminator
No fate but what intellectual property obligations make

Zombie Franchises is a series of occasional articles in which Ken Lowe examines one of the shambling intellectual properties that plods onward under sheer force of box office money. Be wary of spoilers for movies that have been out for a while.
There have been five damn Terminator movies, and two of them have been good. Let that sink in for a second. The last time there was any reason to be excited about this franchise, George H.W. Bush was president. It’s easy to just point to that fact as the sole reason to stop making these, but I can already hear the apologists lining up to slavishly go see the next one: “No, but James Cameron is coming back! He’ll bring the original series back! The next one will be good, you’ll see!”
It will not be good. I’m calling it right here and right now. That is just my guess, of course, but consider that, but for a collaborating director credit on a documentary, Cameron hasn’t been in the director’s chair since 2009, when he made Avatar, which is a bad movie. He’s produced plenty of things since then, but a lot of them are documentaries. Terminator 2: Judgment Day came out in 1991, and he hasn’t been formally involved in the series since. He isn’t the director he was then, nor even the director who made Titanic all the way back in 1997, which I have gone on record to grudgingly acknowledge as a movie that was at least not bad, however silly at parts. Even if he brings Linda Hamilton back and arms her with a flamethrower powered by the adrenal gland of a mama bear, even if Arnold goes on leave from Sacramento to reprise his career-defining role, they will still do it in service of a story that has curled itself into a spaghetti bowl of nonsensical CG schlock. Yes, even if it ignores Terminators 3 through 5.
How did we get here? Why are we unwilling, like a delusional pet owner faced with the death of a 20-year-old cat, to just let poor Sarah Connor and the T-800 die?
The Perfect Villain
Most of the time, Zombie Franchises is here to bemoan things that have been bullshit from the first frame. This is not so for the Terminator franchise, which started off with one of the most badass one-two punches in action cinema history. Terminator was not Arnold Schwarzenegger’s first feature, but it was the one that used his physical prodigy and earnest intelligence as an actor to lift him to the level of fame where you can say just his first name and everybody knows to whom you’re referring. Terminator’s debut in 1984 landed on the world like a meteor strike, in no small part due to Schwarzenegger’s implacable villain.
I’ve thought a lot about what it is that makes his presence so menacing in this first movie, and I think it may have a lot to do with his entrance—seeming to appear before us fully formed out of the ether, completely naked and yet deadlier in that state than any fully armed and armored human he might encounter. The wild-eyed panic with which the time-traveling human sent to stop him describes him is not the usual empty exposition—by the time Michael Biehn’s character, Reese, rants at Linda Hamilton about the robot assassin’s invincibility and lack of error, we’ve seen Schwarzenegger methodically murder his way up toward his target. We know he can learn, adapt, shrug off damage that would kill a human, and even perfectly imitate human voices.
Terminator was a vicious bone-breaker of an action film—mean and desperate in a way few action films ever are any longer, with an inspiringly over-the-top death for its horrible villain. So it’s too bad that…
They Turned that Villain into a Teddy Bear
I am not here to dump on Terminator 2 (1991), but I am here to put it in the context of what it’s done to its own series. People loved Schwarzenegger’s invincible assassin so much because he was riveting to watch. He was, simply put, exactly the sort of villain you should build an action movie around. In response to this incredible acclaim, and after the passage of six more years had made him even more of an international superstar, somebody, somewhere, decided he should be the good guy of Terminator 2, probably because it was a foregone conclusion that people were just going to be rooting for him anyway.
That became the basis of one of the best pure action movies in the history of the genre. Terminator 2 holds up unbelievably well today, more than a quarter-century after its debut, and despite the fact nothing ages quite like special effects age. Faced with having its villain yanked away from it, Cameron responded by giving the film Robert Patrick’s T-1000, a chillingly implacable foe who also serves as a master class on how to use special effects to tell a story. Again, that world-class villain is one of the primary reasons the movie works so damn well despite the fact Schwarzenegger kills almost nobody in it and a lot of it revolves around a young, punk-ass John Connor (Eddie Furlong, in a role I personally don’t have a problem with but which the internet has apparently deemed even more unforgivable than ewoks, which I also personally don’t have a problem with, so maybe the problem is YOU, internet).
It Made Dumb Time Travel a Series Staple
Also well worth mentioning is that while Terminator has never cared all that much about the particulars of time travel, you sort of have to start caring if every damn one of these is going to be about screwing with time. The first movie already established that the effects of meddling in the past that science tells us would be eliminated by the Grandfather Paradox are (forgive me), grandfathered in. So, fine, sure, we have linear time.