There’s a new Transformers movie out. Joy of joys.
I really don’t want to
talk about it for very long, much less see it.
If you’ve poked around this blog before, then you may be aware that one
viewing of Dark of the Moon pretty much shaved thirty years off my
life. I’m not in the mood to lose any
more, whether it’s by way of seeing Age
of Extinction on TV years after release, or by plopping down in a theater
to subject myself to the torture. In all
fairness, though, I’ve heard from a few people -- MovieBob, surprisingly --
that the latest is the best yet. That’s
not saying much, and even his review seemed to make the praise relative to
complaints, but I guess it’s something.
The Tuesday after
MovieBob’s review, a
video went up where he suggested that we need to (as per the title) “Leave
Michael Bay Alone”. That’s…actually
pretty fair. He’s a person who’s very
easy to rage at, obviously, but setting aside the fact that he didn’t make the Transformers movies alone -- let alone
turn them into a runaway hit -- hating what he’s put out and hating the man itself
skirts a very thin line. And people just
might play double-dutch with that line thanks to the fodder provided by the
trilogy. Er…quadrilogy.
But talking about Bay
and the Transformers movies is as
good a point to start as any. See,
there’s something I think might be worth talking about -- which you might have
guessed if you read the title. If you
didn’t, then don’t go back and read it.
You’ll spoil the surprise.
