Terminator 2: Judgement Day
Quite good in that we get to see Linda Hamilton as a badassed Sarah Conner, manning the fuck up; quite bad in that we have Edward Furlong as a ten year old John Connor, screeching in a manner which is harmful to the hearing of dogs. The stuff with Cyberdyne and Miles Dyson are interesting; the set-pieces are competently staged but mostly a distraction. At least there are moments of slowness and contemplation (of sorts) too, and not just one unrelenting chase scene leavened with badly drawn exposition and hammily-delivered dialogue (Arnie notwithstanding).
Terminator 3: Rise Of The Machines
Sorry, did someone ask for a film that is just one unrelenting chase scene leavened with badly drawn exposition and hammily-delivered dialogue? Well, dinner is served!
A stinker, with nothing good going for it, except it no doubt kept the roof over the heads of hundreds, if not thousands, of blue-collar workers in the movie business, none of whom should share in the blame for this shit-flavoured, turkey-shaped lump of blockbuster, because a job is just a job. And this is one hell of a job.
Christian Bale as future John Connor, leading the human resistance to Skynet and its legions of Terminators. Directed by McG, so flashy and emotionally empty, but an improvement on T3.