Rising up from the plateau of the Albuquerque desert is the burned remnants of a concrete highway overpass, riddled with fissures and mangled steel reinforcement rods. Exposed openings of two water ducts jut out. Atop the ledge of the precipice, a figure is about to jump. Dressed in a black bomber jacket and combat boots, with weaponry slung about his waist, he hesitates for a second and then plummets head first to the ground. Supported by barely visible cables, his descent seems to almost be in slow motion.
“Hey, Christian, that looked great!” The voice belongs to a tall figure in a Penguin shirt, black shorts, and a white Stetson, hidden from the desert heat in a makeshift tent. McG watches the action from behind several monitors but also keeps an eagle eye on the set towering above him. “Did you see me start to spin though?” laughs Bale, before downing a bottle of red Vitamin Water. [Read more…] about On the Set of McG’s ‘Terminator Salvation’