In fact, I almost feel a little dirty admitting how much I liked the film. Transformers: Dark of the Moon takes most of those problems and fixes them. At times in both previous movies, it was like watching the episode of The Simpsons when they went to Japan and watched “Battling Seizure Robots.” It was Michael Bay at his wackiest. The Transformers themselves had so much going on, so many moving parts to them, that the fight scenes quickly became a seizure playground, waiting to attack the minds of anyone foolish enough to stare for too long. And of course, there were the little racist robots and again, metal testicles.īut the biggest problem was simply that it was visually hard to follow the action at times. If they died it was hard to care or even notice. It was tough to take seriously the apocalyptic threat of a massive, pyramid-eating monster robot when its metal balls kept clanging together. It also didn’t help that the majority of the characters were just background that filled predictable patterns. It also made it hard to care about the characters, because they kept opening their mouths and releasing the most absurd things. It was all style over substance, and its humor bordered on the ridiculous. Revenge of the Fallen was just a mess of a film. And it is the best popcorn movie of the summer. Dark of the Moon is big and wild, and dumb and filled with explosions. It just took a few hundred million dollars in practice movies first. Transformers: Dark of the Moon is the Transformers film that Michael Bay always had in him. Thankfully my sense of responsibility (and dwindling bank account) halted my flight, and I’m glad it did. So when the screening for the third movie came around I considered fleeing. With that film, Transformers became the worst most successful franchise of all-time. A paper-thin plot, little racist robots and metal testicles left me wondering if Michael Bay had lost his damn mind. On the other hand the second film was borderline offensive. To wit: If evil alien robots that have shown no regard for human life are after an object that humans have, why would anyone take that object into a crowded city? Why?! Granted, it was just LA, but still. Not like I hate famine, or locusts or whatever, but like I hate an ice cream headache. In fact, I would go as far as saying I hated Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. It is no secret that I didn’t like the previous Transformers films.
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