![]() ![]() Our Hapless Protagonist (Shia LaBeouf), again dating a Ridiculously Hot Girl He Doesn't Deserve (Rosie Hungtington-Whitely), doesn't see his good buddy Bumblebee as often as he'd like, which is tragic consider he faces his toughest foe to date: unemployment. It's been one year since the events of Revenge of the Mouthfart and the Autobots, still ever-vigilante for the return of the Decepticons, have taken up battling the world's (read: America's) villains in the meantime. Unhindered by a union strike of any kind, Bay is once again free to stretch his testosterone-filled legs and what results is simultaneously the best and worst Transformers film of the series. But the man has a distinct style, a stamp that instantly identifies his work over the other cinematic dross. Sure, the so-called "plots" to many of Bay's movies are tenuous sinews of 5th graders' dialogue pasted together with the drool of sleeping screenwriters that barely bridge brain-exploding action sequences together with shots of slow-motion helicopters. The fact that Dark of the Moon is superior to Revenge of the Afterbirth speaks more to the fact that the latter was a victim of the writer's strike than it does to Bay's malleability.įor good or for ill, Bay stays the same. Sure, critics dumped on Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen (and rightfully so), but no one who did went home to their mansions built of platinum and swam in their pools of hundred dollar bills with their pet bad eagle as Michael Bay presumably did after the dust settled. Michael Bay doesn't give a shit about what you have to say about his movies. The one question I keep hearing in regards to Transformers: Dark of the Moon is, "has Michael Bay finally listened to his critics?" SPOILER ALERT: Hell no. ![]()
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