Electric Shadows: The Terminator at Bristol Cathedral on Wednesday 10th January 2018

Electric Shadows: The Terminator at Bristol Cathedral on Wednesday 10th January 2018

Posted on: 21 Dec 2017

In the guise of the implacable Terminator, Arnold Schwarzenegger did indeed say "I'll be back." Only thing is, we just didn't expect him to return to the imposing monolith of Bristol Cathedral of all places, which is precisely what he'll be doing - well, in celluloid form at least - on Wednesday 10th January 2018.

Bristol Cathedral

Launching a series of monthly film screenings all of which take their lead from theological themes and will be introduced by a range of guest speakers, The Terminator is James Cameron's 1984 sci-fi action masterpiece. 

 

Schwarzenegger plays a cyborg assassin who travels from 2029 to 1984 to kill Sarah Connor (Linda Hamilton), who is in turn being protected by Kyle Reese (Michael Biehn) who reveals that future AI system Skynet will create a nuclear holocaust and her unborn son will lead a rebellion against them. With the relentless Terminator in pursuit, however, escaping becomes the ultimate battle for survival. 

 

One of the most influential, seminal sci-fi movies ever made, it has so far spawned four sequels - with a Cameron-helmed reboot of the franchise purportedly in the works - as well as several spin-off TV shows, and paved the way for The Austrian Oak as one of the most iconic action heroes of the 80s and 90s. 

 

The Terminator at Bristol Cathedral will be introduced by South West Silents' Dr Peter Walsh, who also holds a PhD in Film. 

 

Tickets cost £9 (which includes a drink and nibbles), and can be purchased here 

 

Bristol Cathedral is located at College Green, Bristol, BS1 5TJ.  Tel.  0117 926 4879

 

 


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Jamie Caddick

Jamie is a writer, blogger, journalist, critic, film fan, soundtrack nerd and all-round Bristolian good egg.  He loves the music of Philip Glass, the art of Salvador Dali, the writings of Charles Bukowksi and Hunter S Thompson, the irreverence of Harry Hill, and the timeless, straw-chomping exuberance of The Wurzels.  You can sometimes find him railing against a surging tide of passing cyclists, or gorging himself senseless on the Oriental delights of a Cosmos all-you-can-eat buffet.