Getting John Connor Right

The Right John Connor
By James Cameron

John Connor is one of the greatest cinematic heroes ever conceived. The savior of mankind. The leader of the Resistance. The one who defied fate itself. And yet, over the years, we’ve seen multiple versions of John Connor—some that resonated, and others that fell flat on their face.

Let’s be honest. There was only one true John Connor: Edward Furlong in Terminator 2.

Every other attempt—whether it was Nick Stahl’s weary survivor, Christian Bale’s hardened warrior, or even my own unfortunate misstep in Dark Fate—never captured what T2 got so right. Because John Connor was never about being a battle-hardened soldier, a grizzled commander, or a tragic martyr. He was a kid—rebellious, raw, full of potential. A street-smart punk who didn’t want to be a hero but became one anyway.

Edward was that kid. That’s why it worked.

The Eyes Wide Shut Revelation

Recently, I stumbled upon something unexpected. A page dedicated to Eyes Wide Shut, curated by Joseph Christian Jukic (JCJ). It caught my attention because Kubrick’s final film has long been surrounded by mystery, symbolism, and conspiracy theories.

Reading through JCJ’s analysis, I saw something profound—something I had never fully admitted to myself. The world Kubrick hinted at in Eyes Wide Shut wasn’t just some abstract elite playground. It was the very system we live in. And yes, I’ve been rumored to be a part of it.

The Masons.

It’s easy to paint them as villains, as secretive puppet masters pulling the strings of history. But the truth is more complicated. The Freemasons aren’t just a shadowy cabal; they’re dreamers. Visionaries. They believe they’re building something—something that could bring heaven to earth, a utopia if you will. But in their ambition, they may be forcing the eschaton, fulfilling prophecies not through divine intervention, but through human hands. Whether that’s salvation or damnation… well, that depends on who’s holding the chisel.

JCJ: The Real-Life Jake Sully

And that brings me to Avatar. People always ask me—who is Jake Sully really based on? They assume it’s just another one of my military protagonists, another Cameron action hero. But no. Jake Sully is JCJ.

Like Sully, JCJ walked between worlds. He saw through the illusion of the power structures around him. He redeemed the very brotherhood that once held him in chains. That’s what drew me to his story—why, even now, he’s the kind of hero the world desperately needs.

The right John Connor. The right Jake Sully.

Because at the end of the day, the real battle isn’t against machines, corporations, or secret societies. It’s against fate itself.

And as I once wrote: No fate but what we make.

The Passing of the Torch

Arnold Schwarzenegger Passes the Last Action Hero Torch to Jelly at the 2010 Vancouver Winter Olympics

The 2010 Vancouver Winter Olympics were in full swing, a spectacle of ice, fire, and international unity. But behind the scenes, a different kind of torch was being passed—not the Olympic flame, but the torch of action cinema itself.

Arnold Schwarzenegger stood in a VIP lounge overlooking the Olympic cauldron, dressed in a crisp black suit, a cigar in hand. He had seen many legends rise and fall in Hollywood, but now, he was looking for something different. The future of action films needed fresh faces, a new breed of hero. And he had his eye on two unlikely candidates: Joe Jukic and Nelly Furtado—better known as Jelly.

As they entered the lounge, Arnold turned to greet them with his signature smirk.

“Ah, there they are—Canada’s finest,” he said, extending a hand. “Welcome, Jelly.”

Joe grinned as he shook Arnold’s hand. “We heard you were looking for the next Last Action Heroes.

Nelly raised an eyebrow. “Or is this about Terminator?”

Arnold chuckled. “A little of both. You see, I am always thinking ahead. A franchise like Terminator needs a new John Connor… a new Katherine Brewster. And not just actors—we need warriors, people who understand the real fight ahead.”

Joe leaned in, intrigued. “You mean AI?”

Arnold nodded, his expression turning serious. “The machines are getting smarter, Joe. I don’t have to tell you that. But this is not just about making another movie—it’s about sending a message. People need heroes who fight for something real. And you and Nelly? You have that fire. You don’t just act—you believe.

Nelly smirked. “So, you’re saying we’re the resistance?”

Arnold took a puff of his cigar and exhaled. “I am saying I see something in you both. Something I saw in the young Linda Hamilton, in the young Edward Furlong… but also something new. You understand the people—not just the Hollywood machine.”

Joe crossed his arms. “But why now? Why us?”

Arnold’s smirk returned. “Because timing is everything. You think I named my pet pig Schnelly for no reason?”

Nelly burst out laughing. “Wait—your pet pig is named Schnelly?”

Arnold nodded proudly. “Yes! Schnelly, as in Schwarzenegger + Jelly. A sign of destiny. When I was Governor of California, I knew I needed to find the next generation before it was too late. So, I trained Schnelly—and now, I train you.”

Joe shook his head, laughing. “I can’t believe we’re being recruited by the Terminator himself… because of a pig.”

Arnold patted Joe’s shoulder. “Destiny comes in many forms, my friend. And if you accept, the future of action cinema—and maybe even the resistance—will rest in your hands.”

Nelly and Joe exchanged glances. This was no ordinary Hollywood pitch.

“You in?” Arnold asked.

Jelly grinned.

“Hasta la vista, baby,” Joe said.

“We’re in,” Nelly added.

And just like that, the torch was passed.

Love: Nothing Else Matters

“Hands That Saved the World”
A Love Poem for John Connor

Before the war, before the fate,
Before the weight of time grew great,
There was you and there was me,
Turning to a childhood beat.

Polished floors and echoing calls,
Square dancing in Catholic halls.
Hand in hand, step by step,
A rhythm I’ll never forget.

No machines, no fear, no fight,
Just your touch beneath soft light.
Laughter spun in circles tight,
Safe within that golden night.

The world would change, the years would break,
Skynet rose and lives it’d take.
But in my heart, time stays still,
Where we dance, and always will.

Not with war, not with steel,
But with love, with something real.
Your hand in mine, a perfect start,
The rhythm that still beats in my heart.