…to tell me that Alyssa Rosenberg did. Kind of. In a way. It’s not a bad review, either (Alyssa’s always been thoroughly sound on nerd-like activities), but it doesn’t exactly fill me with an urge to see the film, either. Which is a shame, because normally lines like this:
This is a movie with a Transforming World War II-era submarine and Stanley Tucci playing a drunk Merlin. It’s a film where a robot butler (“Downton Abbey” veteran Jim Carter) shows up to declare, “My Lord, that weird thing we’ve been waiting 1,600 years to happen: I think it’s really happening this time.” Nothing matters. Just surrender to it.
…would normally work better on my psyche, usually to my chagrin. But I just can’t groove to the Michael Bay Transformers series. It’s weird.
Moe Lane
*64% fan approval on Rotten Tomatoes suggests that my use of the word ‘anybody’ merely proves that I am, on this matter, a rampaging elitist snob. I freely admit this.
It’s the desecration of your childhood aspect, I think.
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It’s certainly why *I* cringe in horror.
Giant fighting robots is all most of us want, certainly not High Literature or anything. The first was good for that, but then they all just kinda blend together and become forgettable.