As is now my wont, there is a big spoilery review at the BMM. For shortsies, this is yet another humungous budget relaunch of a once great, now largely moribund franchise with a slightly hipper awareness of gender politics. It's big shift is actually not the altered timelines or the pre-militarised Sarah Connor, but the fact that this time Sarah Connor is actually the point. It's not about saving John Connor; it's about Sarah.
With the black hair and the accent, it's pretty easy to distance Emilia Clarke from her most famous role (although oddly less so from her appearance in Coldplay's musical version,) but I feel for poor Matt Smith. It's rough breaking out from the Doctor's shadow, even if your big chance isn't the definition of wibbly wobbly timey wimey (which it is.) It's not that he's without range, it's just that by the time he gets to say or do anything, he's been looking meaningful in the background so much that I half expected it to be a silent cameo implying that the Doctor was watching the time jump and wordlessly taking the piss.
And just for the record, Schwarzenegger does a better job reinventing himself here than in just about any other movie on his CV, and 'Pops' is far more convincing as a programmed quantum physicist than Mr Freeze was as a Nobel winning decathlete.
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