Friday, July 08, 2011

Movie Review: Transformers: Dark of the Moon

With Transformers: Dark of the Moon, Michael Bay shows us that he doesn't really need a story, character development, or any of those things a person usually looks for (consciously or unconsciously) in a movie after his twelfth birthday. All Michael Bay seems to need are lots of robots beating the living shit out of each other, some hokey teen drama, and a smattering of that AMURIKA, FUCK YEAH! attitude. I didn't appreciate the teen drama since I never card about Sam Witwicky anyway, not even in the Generation 1 cartoons. I didn't appreciate the America worship for obvious reasons. But I did appreciate the robots. Because Transformers have always been about the robots and their ridiculous war.

A part of me, the part that enjoys thought-provoking science fiction, wishes there was more to Transformers. They're an alien race. Of giant robots. That are sentient. Who have evolved a culture of deception. Who are virtually immortal. Who have been warring with each other for millions of years. Isaac Asimov, Frank Herbert, or Philip K. Dick would have gone to town with the philosophical implications. But then, maybe Transformers can never be anything more than a franchise about toys murdering each other.

With that realization, I sat back, pretended I was 12 years old, and enjoyed Transformers: Dark of the Moon.

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