Patrick Pryor’s review published on Letterboxd:
A cyberpunk opera rendered in larger-than-life hazy blue strokes broad enough to translate into any language. Archetypal characters stand tall and clash amidst late 20th century detritus of malls and corporate plazas and psych wards and drainage ditches and arcades and steel smelting plants. Terminator 2 is a sleek machine that pushes action movie language past perfection and into the surreal. Killers with knife hands rise from tiled floors, a man-machine's head splits in half and droops like a bad kid's crumpled sketch, faces morph, screaming playground pals turn to ash and blow away in the wind. Iconic.