The year T3 came out, 2003, was a defining year in my life, and I saw it in the theater right before my own edition of a similar mythic arc was about to happen. If you make the The Kristanna Loken T-model my ex-wife and re-cast Arnold's part with Angelina Jolie circa Girl, Interrupted, and replace Crystal Peak with a fifth floor walk up in the East Village, well suddenly it's all there. If your life isn't as damaged by cool cyborgs from the future as mine was you can surely appreciate these ten other reasons:
1. Clare Danes
What's a pistol of her caliber doing here? How did we get so lucky? Angela Chase... "Go... now," whispered as she races to class; visions of Jordan Catalano slouching through her deep dark red-hair; endless eyes welling with tears in perfectly modulated familial reconciliations. Here she's a put-together veterinarian with a petit-bourgeois fiancee, the kind of guy who willingly goes to Bed, Bath and Beyond to make out a bridal registry, so you know we'll be glad he dies. She has her doubts about him too but her Skynet-building barely-around Air Force officer dad is sure his little girl is smart enough to make the right decision. Naturally she looks at mangy mutt John Connor with a mix of horror and concern upon learning she's supposed to marry him instead, in da futuah... but most wondrously, she also kicks his ass after she catches him robbing her tranq stash: "I use these to chemically neuter dogs!" she says, her voice warbling with concern, disgust, and unconscious gonzo admiration.
2. Nick Stahl as John Connor
Say what you will, Stahl is awesome. He was great in Bully and brings a real sweaty bewilderment to John Connor, and why not? This time Connor's a junky! If he doesn't end up shaking with withdrawal later on it's only because of all the adrenalin pumping through him. I don't think he falls asleep in the entire film, it all practically unfolds in real time. Hard to believe they didn't want him back as Connor for Salvation but maybe that was the trouble --he was too busy acting and feeling and making the pain and reality of the situation felt (according to Wiki, perhaps he had a drug problem of his own)--their loss. He brings a tortured break to his voice that reminds me of James Dean. His reaction to on first seeing Arnold, his boyhood buddy, is like a hurt kid: "You don't remember me?" That Stahl had to be hurt later by not being asked back makes me want to side with Skynet as far as human extermination. Just because he has that weird lip and those huge, desperate eyes and junky pallor you think he made Connor suddenly sketchy?
3. Kristanna Loken, Airbrushed
The idea of having the hot but vaguely blank Kristanna Loken kind of fake tan airbrushed to look halfway to CGI is a genius post-modern touch. And I'll tell you what else is a great touch...
AND FROM HERE ON IN SPOILER ALERT... I'm writing the rest of his mainly for people who've seen the movie -- so see it and don't ruin it for yourself, then come back and let me assure you of the awesomeness that was there. (PS - as always, enter with a nice buzz and low expectations, so just forget I said anything.)
Kubrick-esque couches, the mod chandelier, the very 60's NASA mural, the presidential TV podium with old school TV camera, the DR. NO-style super villain command center-hewn rock walls, and most of all the sense of being underneath the world, bomb-proof, nothing to do but reproduce and DJ the post-apocalyptic resistance. As a drunk I am beholden to basement bars in suburban homes. At Max's Princeton basement he and I would pound shots, sing and record Blind Blake songs, and round out the night watching International House and Eraserhead and Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf with one eye shut until suddenly it was the following afternoon. I dream about descending in rickety old elevators down deep to basement hide-outs very similar to Crystal Peak's. It's a place where I don't need to worry about running out of bourbon or where I'm sleeping. I don't even mind the vague smell of mold and dog hair.
All I'd need to make T3's bomb shelter my own is a place to set up my old DVD player and my WC Fields and 1950s giant bug films, some guitars (so Claire and I could jam on the emergency broadcast presidential podium network) and some assurance there's a huge bourbon stash so I could relapse like Jack Torrance (since the shelter was constructed and decorated back when Nixon was in office, I'm presuming there is, though the drugs may by expired by 30 odd years or so) and I'd be set to lead the human uprising and send my own future dad back in time. Betcher sweet ass!
5. Arnold's final catch phrase to Connor: "We'll meet again"
(he says that since in the future this very same Terminator kills him) almost makes up for lame quips and catch phrase reduxes, the bows to juvenile audience member demands that he recall the past films by saying "I'm back" and fussing over which sunglasses to wear. The whole bit with the coffin connects to this future death in subconscious metaphorical overdrift, suggesting Connor is already dead and now on some weird journey through the circles of Hell.
6. The sense of mounting dread as doomsday approaches.
For the last two films, plus most of this one, we've seen terminators coming back from the future warning us about Skynet... now, finally the future is "all used up" (like Hank Quinlan's), and Skynet is about to go live and that's all she wrote and, as time progresses the momentum speeds up rather than slowing down, and the effect is as similar in a way to only two films I've seen since: The Black Swan and Rise of the Planet of the Apes. Present and the future are truly connecting here on the Moebius strip. It all of a sudden gets really real, like suddenly it's almost here, then it really is here, then it's begun. No amount of slamming on the breaks or reloading guns in the back seat, or converting to electric cars can stop it.
The movie flows almost in real time, taking place in an approx 12 hour stretch from late night and into the following day, with events speeding up faster and faster towards the ominous stretch, ala great films like HALLOWEEN.
8. Giant crane truck chase! - Great non-CGI metal, and the chase occurs at dawn, the best time for trashing downtown LA.
Love those crunching, buckling windshields and that squeaky bouncey castle. Marco Beltrami's doesn't telegraph anything, and a lot of long sequences go by without any music at all.
They don't even have time to look at each other as they assume the myth they were born to emody. Suddenly available to them is something that no one involved in the sprawling mess of our global village ever gets: they are truly bound to each other. They can no sooner reject each other than Adam and Eve, or Robinson and Friday. The past three films, the good terminators vs. bad, it all has led them to this moment. Hand in hand they enter the realm in which there are no days, no sun, no dark, no ghosts nor weird kid with a talking finger.... In a very primordial way, theirs is the only perfect freedom... long as there's bourbon. I'm sure Nixon packed bourbon.
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If it wasn't forced to compare with the awesome first two Terminators and was instead a John Carpenter film, and he had excised some of the more embarrassing Arnold one-liners, T3 would be recognized as a whole different classic in its own right. But if you love Arnold then you love his dumb one-liners so why front? Oh and incidentally --John Carpenter rules!
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