Transformers: more than meets the eyes!
It is a good movie. A perfect movie. A perfect summertime, I want to escape the heat, escape the current events, escape the real world and go to a new mythology escape – vehicle.
Two Meat Tuesday (the book)
(cure for the common horoscope)
Let’s review the facts: it’s based on cartoons. I think I watched maybe one or two of the cartoons, can’t remember much but the tag line for the theme song. It’s before – after – my time. Not really part of my psyche – nor, for that matter, part of my psychosis. I am just fine on my own, in that department.
This was, for me, definitely a big-screen movie. There are two points that speak well to me. One is the car, an older, hotrod Camaro. Beater. Beat-up looking. A vehicle built in a time when muscle and iron, the American Way, was in fact, the American Way. That’s a car with soul.
I cried when it morphed into a new car. Lost me there, but then, I’m funny like that. I liked it better as a beater with a sweet motor. It’s a guy thing.
The animation appeared, to my unlettered and untutored eye, to be quite seamless. Which is why I liked this as a big-screen movie. Too often, the big screen does a disservice to animation. Here, it was effectively done. The machines flowed in a natural way. Worked for me.
I’d like to suggest that the movie passed the bladder test. I had to take a leak and I waited until the credits rolled before I got up to attend the business at hand. That speaks well in favor of the flick.
It was fun, pointless, a little cheering section for active military, and best of all, there wasn’t a whole lot of plot. Makes it a lot better. Action. No unnecessary T&A to make things “flow.” Worked fine without too much crap to get in the way. I wanted to see stuff blow up. Easy on the romance and heavy on the testosterone.