If you’ve been reading my reviews of the mini series, The Terminator 2029/1984, you’ll know I haven’t enjoyed it.

You’ll know that I have thought the writing was terribly dull, clichéd and at times, just plain odd. You’ll also know that I thought the artwork bordered on amateurish at times, too.

Its one clever gimmick seems to have been the title format, with the series unnecessarily split in two, at least symbolically, using 2029 for the first three issues and 1984 for the fourth to sixth issues.

Readers were promised a timey wimey change of the original Terminator narrative, but beyond Kyle Reese surviving and fucking up Sarah Connor’s entire character arc, as well as inserting another unnecessary character (the boring, underwritten and, at several points, creepy Ben), there’s not a great deal of any interest that happens here.

Zack Whedon doesn’t seem to know what to do with the premise, has no idea where to take Sarah, Reese or Ben in any interesting directions (ever wanted to see Kyle Reese and Sarah Connor just settling down and picking strawberries? You’re in luck!) and certainly doesn’t have a clue how to deal with an extra Terminator, who just bumbles about and randomly appears every now and then.

In the end, Kyle surviving the original story doesn’t even matter. It just feels like the worst kind of fan fiction, and what’s more it was hyped as a massive event that’d shake up The Terminator, and it is just the biggest letdown.

How much did I hate it? Let’s put it this way: I’d rather watch Terminator: Genisys. And if you know how much I hate that film, you’re on your way to working out my feelings about this awful series.

In short: it’s utter shit. Don’t waste your time.