For a film that is supposed to be concerned with the state of humanity, Terminator Salvation lacks a beating heart. Things 'splode real good, and giant robot Terminators the size of Transformers (coming soon to a theater near you!) stomp around with authority (before 'sploding). But if you’re looking for character development, dialogue that does anything but advance the plot, or relationships of any consequence, you’ve come to the wrong place.
I understand why hack director McG (Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle) would take a stab at reviving this moribund franchise—he’s looking for his Dark Knight—but what on earth is in it for Christian Bale (who was actually in Dark Knight)?
Bale doesn’t even play the most interesting character in this film: That would be Marcus Wright (Australian newcomer Sam Worthington), the cyborg prototype, trying to cling to his humanity. Worthington makes an impression—he’s handsome and soulfully badass. (What is it with those Australian men?). Apparently,...












