No bit of news about the upcoming reboot of the "Terminator" franchise, entitled "Terminator: Genisys" (I can't make that spelling up), is giving me any confidence in the future of the human race. Just to give you a glimpse of how low my expectations are for this future pussy-fied action movie that will be rated PG-13 despite being about killer assassin cyborgs, here are some still photographs the producers released to build INTEREST in the film (if their idea of interest is causing eyes to cry diarrhea):
This is Kyle Reese, played by the wooden Jai Courtney, trying his best to differentiate himself from anything awesome Michael Biehn did in the original. He looks like, instead of robbing a homeless man for clothes, he broke into an Abercrombie & Fitch and had time for a shower and shave...
...some random future douchebag (Matt Smith from Doctor Who-the-fuck-cares) who doesn't give a shit about aim...
...and poor Emilia Clarke as Sarah Connor, so great in Game of Thrones yet completely devalued into a still photo that looks like they replaced a burger about to be angrily bitten into with a machine gun in her hands instead. For God's sake, she's not even pulling the trigger and the rifle is firing. Guns suck in the future, apparently, because they only fire FIRE (notice the lack of ejecting shell). Yes, I'm nitpicking this trash.
The first two pictures make me WANT to see the human race eradicated. Kyle isn't even aiming at anything yet STILL firing his weapon. The second guy is one-arming a two-armed-mandatory weapon. Both men are putting more emphasis on their scowl then their aim. Seriously, what the hell are they shooting at. Neither of them care about hitting whatever the shit it is!
Poor Arnold looks so gawdamn old that I feel the producers and director Alan Taylor are actually TRYING to kill him.
Granted, these ARE NOT shots from the actual film, but regardless, they should be trying to actually build INTEREST in the film, not full-blown dispassionate hate.
In the future, they apparently have better dry cleaners than we do now.
I can't fucking wait to see these films (yes, plural - it's a planned TRILOGY of PG-13 shit-logs) bomb like a nuclear blast on August 29, 1997.