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Terminator Salvation: The Future Begins

Watch, as the man sent back from the future to save Sarah Connor, is crying like a little girl, because of the title for the new Terminator film.


Fucktards. Asshats. These are the most gentle words that come to mind, when I read the likes of:

Now for the big news: we’ve finally gotten a title — drum roll please — Terminator Salvation: The Future Begins. Not bad, and it definitely gives me the impression that WB is in this for the long haul. #

First off, it’s not that I want to kill the messenger and throw her limp body in a vulcano, but Jessica Barnes, writer for Cinematical, skip the fucking drumroll and sound the funeral horn. This isn’t ‘big news’, and it isn’t ‘not bad’; it’s catastrophic, on a biblical level. So, sorry, you’re a bit off track there. But, you’re right about one thing, it sure as shit gives off the impression that WB is in this things for the long haul.

As in, the long motherfucking haul. The one where the future isn’t ruled by robots, but by execs gangraping franchises over and over and over.

‘Terminator Salvation: The Future Begins’? Are you fucking serious? ‘Terminator Whatever: Bland Unnecessary Subtitle’ would’ve been better. ‘Terminator Franchiserape: The Termination of a Franchise’ would’ve been more accurate.

Did anyone see T3, let alone the Terminator TV series? That is the level of commitment this once great franchise is getting, because these monkey-grubbing suits don’t have one iota of taste or common sense in their ‘soon to be pulverized and run over by a HK’-bones.

If James Cameron was alive he’d tell you to get some gloves and call him when you’re ready.

Terminator Salvation: The Future Begins.


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