WELCOME
I WAS HAUNTED by The Terminator. Back in the early ’90s, I hadn’t yet seen James Cameron’s stressful 1984 original —it was an 18 and I was 11 —but I did pay attention when a new cardboard standee arrived at my local video-shop. It depicted a huge man, astride a motorcycle and casually hoisting a sleek shotgun. I had no idea who or what ‘T2’ was; I was looking for a rental copy of King Ralph. But something told me it was major. Finally, I caught Terminator 2: Judgment Day (I also got the Game Boy game, which wasn’t legally allowed to use Arnold Schwarzenegger’s face). And my mind was permanently blown.