Whether ’tis nobler to suffer the slings and arrows of Christian Bale’s overacting or to spend yet another weekend consuming the extra-large bag of Cheetos while watching the entire run of The Sarah Connor Chronicles for the seventh time … we can’t really decide. It could go either way, frankly — we’ve been fostering an unhealthy addiction to James Cameron’s Oedipal android saga far too long to make an objective decision. Hell, in our younger years we were such Edward Furlong fans that we even went to see Brainscan, possibly the worst of all evil video game movies (which might just be the worst of all bad movie genres). Fortunately, this weekend our decision is made for us — Husky Jackal Theater has rescripted the liquid-metal-est movie ever using nothing but dialogue from William Shakespeare. That’s right: It’s a man-machine hybrid, complete with funny accents. Hope they’ve got Cheetos at the concession stand.