Ahhhh, I love Terminator.
Salvation wasn't what I expected, but it did not disappoint. I loved the trippiness of a prequel that happens in the future. Predictability doesn't make it any less awesome.
Plus the franchise grasps the fundamental nature of what it means to be human: to love. The grittiest, most real kind of love. In sacrifice.
Friday, May 29, 2009
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