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Terminator 3 review

Biological species almost never survive encounters with superior competitors. Ten million years ago, South and North America were separated by a sunken Panama isthmus. South America, like Australia today, was populated by marsupial mammals, including pouched equivalents of rats, deers, and tigers. When the isthmus connecting North and South America rose, it took only a few thousand years for the northern placental species, with slightly more effective metabolisms and reproductive and nervous systems, to displace and eliminate almost all the southern marsupials.

In a completely free marketplace, superior robots would surely affect humans as North American placentals affected South American marsupials (and as humans have affected countless species). Robotic industries would compete vigorously among themselves for matter, energy, and space, incidentally driving their price beyond human reach. Unable to afford the necessities of life, biological humans would be squeezed out of existence.

-Bill Joy

Last night, my mother came over to our house to watch Logan while Lara and I went to the Berryville movie theater to see Terminator 3. We had a great time. We tried to recall the last movie we saw together in a theater, but we didn’t come up with a title. Since Logan’s birth, we’ve made separate solo trips to the theater while the other stayed home with the baby. Even those solo trips were few and far between. Aside from T3, I’ve only seen two other movies in the theater this year; The Two Towers (which I loved), and The Matrix: Re-Loaded (which grated on my nerves).

If you have no interest in the specifics of my experience at the only movie theater in a town of five thousand in Northern Arkansas and want to get right into my reaction to the movie, .

I hadn’t seen a movie in Berryville’s theater since Escape from Witch Mountain, so I didn’t know what to expect. The theater only shows films on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, and then just one show daily. I have to say, it was a delight. In spite of T3’s R rating, the crowd lined up outside the box office when we arrived looked very young to me. Once the doors opened, the line moved very slowly. When we got inside, we discovered why. The one woman manning the ticket counter made multiple calls to the homes of kids under 17 who had showed up without parental escort. I heard her explain again and again that when a movie is rated R, the parents need to come to the box office and buy tickets for the children. The parents don’t have to actually see the film themselves, but they do need to turn up in person to give face to face consent. That said, she turned no movie-goer away.

Our tickets cost $4 each.

Lara and I didn’t know how large a crowd to expect, so we showed up much earlier than necessary. We took seats near the front row. A large stage stood between the first row and the screen, so even though we sat up front, we experienced no neck strain. The seats, while plush and rocker-style, seemed to be tilted forward. To avoid the feeling that we were about to pitch forward off the seat, we had to slide down low in the seat and lean way back. By the final third of the feature, my lower back urged me to find another arrangement.

In many movie theaters around the world, a slide show of advertisements for local businesses cycles on the screen before the start of the trailers for up-coming movies. In this theater, the slides were of life in the community: high school pageants and parades, kids standing in line outside the theater, people hang-gliding off cliffs in the surrounding country side, and other examples of local color. Judging by the clothing and hair styles, as well as the faded color of the slides, I guessed that some of those images were at least a decade old.

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