| I went into this expecting to be let down. After all, it IS Mike Bay we're talking about.
First off, a note to Hollywood:
Hi.
We're the people that are your paychecks.
99.99% of moviegoers think this shakey-cam shit licks the crusted smegma from a dead goats cock.
STOP IT.
Signed,
The Majority of Your Potential Income.
The fight scenes that you could make out were pretty neat (and Optimus' arm-sword decap was fucking pwnage), but most of them were too hard to follow...there's just too much raw real-estate moving at once on a giant screen for your eyes to follow and process properly. This is separate from the fact that the Transformers movie, to me, should be at least 80% Transformers, not 15%.
The retard from the S-7 should have been cut out all together or completely re-written with a different actor. This portion *could* have been made relevant. As is, it ain't.
Megan Fox ain't bad, and I certainly wouldn't kick her out of bed for eating crackers, but she isn't anywhere near hot enough to justify the hour+ of camera time that should have been on the robots instead of the humans.
All in all I was surprised to see, at the end, that over two hours had gone by. I was entertained. That's what a movie is supposed to do!
Was it all it could have been? Not even close. Was it worth seeing? Once, yes.
Here's to hoping the sequels are more robots.
And the 'product placement' wasn't nearly as bad as I had expected it to be, other than the SD card. I was actually disappointed more by Bumblebee's turning into a brand new Camaro (which is ass-ugly to me) over the classic one. And I must admit, I did a massive, whooping RL LOL at the Mountain Dew machine.
What I don't 'get' was: the cube was OK in Bumblebee's back seat. It was OK on Prime's shoulder. But get it within 15 feet of Megatrons' stomach and it's meltdown time? | 