The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards Skynet. That’s my takeaway from five Terminator movies. No matter what we do, no matter how many attempts we make to go through time to stop it, we’re going to wind up with a self-aware computer system that is bent on the destruction of mankind.
EDITOR’S NOTE: We at the Free Beacon stand once again in solidarity with Chrissy Teigen. In the course of doing so this time, we will be discussing nudity in art and including a photo of the supermodel in a state of undress. Squeamish readers are encouraged to stick with more mundane fare like the Federalist if they find this problematic.*
Note: I discuss Terminator Genisys below, though I do not mention any of the film’s plot points. If you want an analysis of the film, check out the essay I wrote for the Washington Post this week about the Terminator films and abortion. My review of the movie will be published tomorrow.
Did you see that James Cameron professes to be a big fan of Terminator Genisys?
I’m generally of the opinion that the federal government shouldn’t be spending very much money on just about anything* because the federal government is a garbage entity run by both self-interested bureaucrats who care little about freedom and also politicians who care more about giving goodies to their supporters than anything else. But I’m willing to put aside my ideological hesitance on the issue of wasteful spending in order to (probably) waste money on defending the planet against the threat of life-ending asteroids.
I have to say, I’m always interested to see which rights the Supreme Court will read into existence by divining the entrails of the Constitution. After their succinct and excellent explanations it all becomes so clear: You’re telling me that after their expert rulings you don’t see a clear cut right to abortion and gay marriage in the language of our founding documents? Wow. I bet James Madison would like to have a word with you.
Anyway, given that the Supreme Court has an essentially unlimited ability to alter the nation as it sees fit, I have to wonder why we, the long-abused fans of popular culture, have not tried to use the court of last resort to reshape the world in ways that we want. In the future I envision, things will be much better.
As a red-blooded American male, I take a great deal of pride in being emotionally dead inside. This is especially true when it comes to films: A man tearing up during a touching moment on the big screen is entirely unacceptable, unless, of course, one happens to be watching the closing moments of Field of Dreams.
Over at Pajiba, they’re very concerned that we’re getting another movie about Spider-Man instead of a movie about a female superhero. Now, it’s not rocket science why that’s the case—seriously, look at the list they’ve put together and explain to me how you convince a studio to spend $100 million on a character named Echo whose only real qualification seems to be that she checks off a couple of identity politics boxes rather than $100 million on a superhero that the whole world knows—but I understand the impulse. The Marvel Universe has a giant stable of heroes to choose from and the world doesn’t really need another Spider-Man origin story.