The first thing I feel like saying about Terminator 2 is that the special effects are terrifying; after almost thirty years, I challenge anyone to say that the T-1000 has aged poorly. After all, they had spent a truckload of money on that, and the result is still evident for everyone.
Then I would like to say a few words about the motorcycle-truck chase sequence in the dry canals of Los Angeles: almost perfect, an abc of action films, neither sober nor over the top.
And now I get to the point that concerns me.
Watching the film again recently, I realized that, like the previous installment, the final daring escape always ends in an industrial setting, in this case, a steel mill. The protagonist must face his nemesis in a dark and dehumanizing factory, dark as a cave. This time, however, the journey into the bowels of the earth reaches the lava pool, beautifully contrasting with the cold of the liquid nitrogen in the previous sequence and the heat of the molten steel. And it's in this context that the mother-son duo, to save the world, has to destroy the Skynet chip by throwing it into the flames.
And that’s when the light bulb went off for me because the scene is very familiar.
Frodo reaches Mount Doom to throw the One Ring into the flames, to free the world from Sauron’s dominion, the one who annihilates freedom and chains everything to his will. However, Frodo cannot fulfill his task; first, he must rid himself of his evil side, his counterpart: Gollum, the fallen hobbit who can no longer love, who falls and is sacrificed, not without taking away Frodo’s finger, the finger on which the ring was worn, the finger that tied Frodo to the lust for power.
Thus, the T-1000, the cyborg that cannot love, must be defeated to destroy the Skynet chip, which, like Sauron, is not incarnated on the physical plane, is an evil entity that seeks to destroy humanity, but the defeat of the T-1000 requires that the T-800, the cyborg that has learned to love, be sacrificed as it ties the protagonist to power, like his personal Terminator.
And here I end this non-review, which is nothing more than a thought I wanted to share in these dark times.
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