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Terminator Salvation (2009) is the fourth film in the Terminator series. Films 1 and 2 were great, film 3 was a disaster and film 4… well, it’s interesting, I suppose. However, as stated above, this is not about how good films are, but how much misandry and Feminism permeates the narrative.
As films go, Terminator Salvation holds off on many of the typical anti-male story elements such as male domestic violence or child sexual abuse, but couldn’t quite resist sticking it to men with a scene of attempted rape. This is to be expected as it does go without saying that the unwritten rule in Hollywood is that there must be at least one scene per film, and preferably several, depicting men in the worst light possible.
Other than that woefully pointless bit of misandry, the another element of the film that caught my attention is the prevalence of Tough Women.
Tough Women is an aspect of Hollywood films that I explore in some depth in my film Misogyny 1 (yet to be released). Tough women are unfeasibly strong and tough, usually military or police, usually doing a job which men are generally far better at than women, and most importantly of all, doing things better than the men around her. She is basically, at least as tough if not tougher, than any man you’ve ever seen or heard of. And then some.
In this film, during the opening sequence, we have a Tough Woman leaping to the ground from a helicopter, assault rifle in hand shouting “Let’s go! Let’s go! Move it!”. To be sure that we all know it’s a woman, the leaping female has very long hair – at least waist long – billowing around her head in the downdraft from the helicopter rotors. Hollywood really, really wants us all to know that we have a female in the front line of the attack.
The front line is where women love to be.
That’s why they protest so strenuously to be put in the front lines and are to be seen marching down our streets, complaining loudly, that it’s discrimination that so few women are coming home in body bags from x, y or z conflict. Why should it be exclusively men who have the privilege of death by artillery shell or death by rifleshot to the head?
Women have been demanding equal rights to death for decades, right?
Have you seen these women?
Or maybe not.
We also have a Tough Woman fighter pilot who ejects from her plane (suffering no ill-effects from the spine-compressing trauma of an ejector seat) and proceeds to immediately embark on a 2-day hike through the desert (cocking her pistol professionally as she sets forth) and then later, bravely leads the way through a minefield while a man hesitates. Did I forget to mention she’s hot, too?
As tough as can be, is she
Last but not least, we have that increasingly common breed, the Technical Woman. This woman is the equivalent of the Tough Woman except in matters technical rather than physical. The Technical Woman is a genius with electronics or engineering or is most typically, a computing expert (because there are so many of those, right?). If not one of these, then she is a devastatingly bright and accomplished physicist or astronomer, and the millions of men in those fields, down the ages and up to the present day, could only dream of being as smart as she.
In this film, the Technical Woman (a black chick, no less) seems to be playing a part similar to that of Q, the gadget man in James Bond films. I suppose it would make sense to portray women in roles like this if they had an obvious and proven propensity for inventing, creating, discovering and designing.
But they don’t.
As it is, this female character is just a jarring improbability, shoe-horned into the screenplay to make Feminists and the gormless smile (although they tend to be one and the same).
It must be said that as this is a film about the battle between men and machines, the male body count is thankfully low or at least hidden. Men don’t die graphically in this film and it could be described as a homage to the days when graphic death on screen didn’t happen and instead we had the discretion shot. I commend this decision to treat men’s deaths with dignity rather than gratuity. I would go so far as to say that men’s deaths actually mean something in this film and are not simply incidental happenings. That is rare from Hollywood.