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- Jesse McCree. I feel like a New Man
Meh... I am not sure how to treat this age of extinction event.
Meh... I am not sure how to treat this age of extinction event.
Were those explosions when Grimlock hit the ground? >.>. Unnecessary .
Were those explosions when Grimlock hit the ground? >.>. Unnecessary .
That would certainly go some lengths toward explaining whyDecepticon seems to be the default mode for Transformers in the film continuity. Which would mean the good guys are abberations.
Set in a world where a girl with a STEM background can't get a college scholarship, Transformers 4 is three individual films, distilled into hour long scenes of action and interspersed with one-liners that have been randomly strung together into a non-stop, three-hour-long presentation by randomly choosing which film to switch over to during transitions. Michael Bay has the distinct talent of making a film where you only want to talk about the multitude of things that were wrong with it upon exiting the theater -- like the fact that likable characters are made annoying & annoying characters are cast in positive lights, or that Transformers are seemingly about to shrug off or recover from injury instantly but will then become suddenly mortally damaged with ease with no rhyme or reason, or that the film has some of the most gratuitous use of plot armor ever featured on screen.
Watching this film is like missing your exit at a train station and being made painfully aware that you're going to end up somewhere far later and feel confused, annoyed. You realize that even comfortable seating that you've sat through many long Middle Earth screenings in are suddenly awkward restraining devices. It has all the summertime refreshing qualities of trying to drink out of a freshly opened fire hydrant, and then being trapped against a wall by the water pressure and just deciding to try and keep going.
But something amazing has been achieved here:
I've never been to a movie where I was consistently more exhausted from the action set pieces than any of the characters who lived through them.
Dear fucking lord.
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X said:The reason that my review here was more of a professional critic parody tone was because that's LITERALLY all I took away from it. I was completely drained of any plot-focused or film-specific content. It felt like I left the theater with nothing more than a list of cliché bullet points about the vague terrible moments that I experienced during the film, and didn't pick up anything about the movie itself, because literally not a single piece of the actual film stuck with me, and after three hours it was somehow all a vague memory that didn't retain my suspension of disbelief long enough for me to actually feel like I'd watched something.
I fucking love watching movies and talking about them, but I've never felt like I've had my soul sucked out and watched a product-placement-fueled unconstructed disaster for three hours, and that's all I was left with.
I don't even know the names of 2/3rds of the new Autobots after three. fucking. hours. Hell, I think I know the names of two of the humans (Tessa and… Kade(?)) The whole thing was like a surreal endurance experience. My jaw was sore until this afternoon because I was chewing gum in frustration while watching it, and apparently got cramps from it.
I just… I got nothing man. I was expecting Michael Bay summer action flick that I'd make points about my likes and dislikes and the overabundance of explosions, etc. but I just didn't even have that. My post is literally the brain vomit that I had floating in my skull when I left the theater, and I don't even understand why.