Transformers… a review
Sometimes in life you just have to go with it.
Maybe it’s eating a nice big plate of bull testicles when in Spain, or maybe it’s making out with a fat chick so that your buddy can score with her hot friend, or maybe it’s just turning off your brain and enjoying the summer blockbuster “Transformers.”
Sure you can ask yourself really obvious questions like “Why do the Autobots take the form of wimpy Chevrolet vehicles, when the Decepticons are modeling themselves after jetfighters, tanks and helicopters?” but then you’re thinking too much.
In the real world a Black Hawk Helicopter beats a Pontiac Solstice.
Just, in case (you know), you get all jacked up and decide to mouth off to a marine outside of a car dealership.
I’m just trying to help here.
Every now and then I did want to jump out of my seat and say “Hey Autobots, why do you have a master of arms when each one of you seems to have an endless supply of missiles that shoot out of your fingertips?” Holy crap, I thought being a high tech worker was always just a paycheck away from the unemployment line. How useless is THIS guy?!! Being the master of arms is like bragging about having skin at the Playboy mansion.
Now another nagging question that is bothering me, is the whole “magical cube of life” thing that everyone is after. So, if I get this straight, the cube’s energy can turn any mechanical device into a living (albeit evil) organism. It’s pretty damn handy that this cube landed on a planet full of mechanical devices instead of the moon, or Mars, or even Utah.
Imagine how pissed off the Decepticons would be if they activated the force field hoping to raise an army and the butter churns just sat there.
If you want to have fun at this movie stop wondering why a secret government agency (that even the Secretary of Defense doesn’t know about) would take a teenage kid into their secret laboratory and give him the guided tour. You’re just going to upset yourself over things like how this kid manages to run up 83 flights of stairs when a 7 story mechanical robot who smashes through walls is 23 feet behind him.
If you can accept that drunk gay pirate can battle an army of highly trained British Seamen (insert joke here) or how a kid in red pajamas can swing from rooftops all night and work all day without having a heart attack from all of the ephedrine that he must be taking then you can accept that really in the grand scheme of things, it’d make more sense for all of the Transformers to take the form of a jet fighter instead of a diesel truck so that they wouldn’t have to, oh… you know… ride a ferry across that thing we called the ocean.
This is a stupidly fun movie.
If you took “War of the Worlds”, “Star Wars”, “National Treasure” and “T2” and put them into a blender it might look something like “Transformers”.
I give it 5 out of 5.