The comic above is funny to me probably because I watched the original Terminator the other night. I hadn’t seen it for a long time, so I had a good laugh at some of the effects, clothing, and hair.

Mostly the hair.

What I found odd, however, while I was watching it was how much the film had these moments of simply not making sense. Whenever the first bits involving the future appeared–and why Sarah Conner actually believes Reece and his story. It was odd, because I knew how the film worked–all the narrative dots could be easily joined by me. However, what I found strange was that I wasn’t really joining the dots through the film itself, but through my knowledge of the film in pop culture, and my own experience of it. At one point, I realised that the film itself could be a huge mess of points without any narrative cohesion in it at all, but I’d been so prepared by society about it that I would have no trouble at all in following it if it was my first time watching the flick.