Transformeh
As a bit of a lad's night out with the guys from work (including honorary lad Mrs. Y, but not Jane, who really didn't fancy it!), I went to see a 2 hour special effects shot called "Transformers" last night.
I really wanted to like it, I knew that it would have no story, and was actually looking forward to the mindless nostalgia and OTT-ness of it all, but it left me completely cold. I was actually falling asleep near the end, despite the noise!
Shame really. I suppose I shouldn't have gone to see it, because I can't really put a finger on why I disliked it. It was everything I expected it would be... except enjoyable.
For a considerably more positive (and no less valid!) tranny Transformers review, check out Connie's blog. :-)
I never owned any Transformers toys as a kid, but I used to play with my brother's collection, and I absorbed the whole Autobot vs. Decepticons mythos through my brother's enthusiasm for the whole thing. We even went to see the original film (featuring the final movie performance of Orson Welles, non-obscure trivia fans), and my probably faulty memory tell me it was in a double-feature Saturday Matinee with The Care Bears Movie (god forbid Michael Bay ever gets hold of that franchise).
In a way what Bay has done with Transformers reminds me of what my brother used to do with my toys when he was little.
When I was a dodger of six or seven, I'd be told to share my precious toy cars and soldiers and dinosaurs (which I'd given characters and stories to, and cared for deeply) with my younger (by 3 years - an eternity when you're seven) brother. Who'd then, with considerable relish, not play with them properly. Tyrannosauruses would be ridden on tanks! Matchbox cars would be used as building blocks! Lego men, who under my benevolent charge had suffered little more than occasional head and leg transplants, were bashed together and made to fight!
Last night I watched Michael Bay take some cherished childhood toys and, like a four-year-old younger brother who doesn't know better, bash them together and not play with them properly.
I really wanted to like it, I knew that it would have no story, and was actually looking forward to the mindless nostalgia and OTT-ness of it all, but it left me completely cold. I was actually falling asleep near the end, despite the noise!
Shame really. I suppose I shouldn't have gone to see it, because I can't really put a finger on why I disliked it. It was everything I expected it would be... except enjoyable.
For a considerably more positive (and no less valid!) tranny Transformers review, check out Connie's blog. :-)
I never owned any Transformers toys as a kid, but I used to play with my brother's collection, and I absorbed the whole Autobot vs. Decepticons mythos through my brother's enthusiasm for the whole thing. We even went to see the original film (featuring the final movie performance of Orson Welles, non-obscure trivia fans), and my probably faulty memory tell me it was in a double-feature Saturday Matinee with The Care Bears Movie (god forbid Michael Bay ever gets hold of that franchise).
In a way what Bay has done with Transformers reminds me of what my brother used to do with my toys when he was little.
When I was a dodger of six or seven, I'd be told to share my precious toy cars and soldiers and dinosaurs (which I'd given characters and stories to, and cared for deeply) with my younger (by 3 years - an eternity when you're seven) brother. Who'd then, with considerable relish, not play with them properly. Tyrannosauruses would be ridden on tanks! Matchbox cars would be used as building blocks! Lego men, who under my benevolent charge had suffered little more than occasional head and leg transplants, were bashed together and made to fight!
Last night I watched Michael Bay take some cherished childhood toys and, like a four-year-old younger brother who doesn't know better, bash them together and not play with them properly.
Labels: movies
And I'm not at all interested, but I couldn't ever really understand why so many people liked that movie, especially after what I heard from him.
Especially worrying is that some of the people who worked on Transformers are working on the new Star Trek movie. Oh, the horror. Please, please, JJ Abrams...make it better. Please.
Its a Michael Bay film so I wasn't expecting anything else.
As a fan there were lines from the cartoons and movie so thats what I enjoyed.
And it did look and sound great.
Sometimes I want a film to move me and other times I just want to hang on and enjoy the ride.
Oh and Robbie as Kirk....no way.
But Sylar as Spock! Hell yeah!
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