How can they POSSIBLY have made such a crap, 80s-style, corporate/industrial film for this totally fucking amazing technology? It’s so bad – I don’t think this Claytronics technology is for real.
Seriously. Who did this? They should have their nose rubbed in it like a bad dog.
From his review of Transformers II
“Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen” is a horrible experience of unbearable length, briefly punctuated by three or four amusing moments. One of these involves a dog-like robot humping the leg of the heroine. Such are the meager joys. If you want to save yourself the ticket price, go into the kitchen, cue up a male choir singing the music of hell, and get a kid to start banging pots and pans together. Then close your eyes and use your imagination.
The plot is incomprehensible. The dialog of the Autobots, Deceptibots and Otherbots is meaningless word flap. Their accents are Brooklyese, British and hip-hop, as befits a race from the distant stars. Their appearance looks like junkyard throw-up. They are dumb as a rock. They share the film with human characters who are much more interesting, and that is very faint praise indeed.
You’ve got your coffee, you’re sitting at your desk and you’re just not ready to start in on the emails yet…and you either really love your office neighbor. Or hate them.
Which is why I recommend cruising over to Songs You Used To Love. Bookmark it and give yourself the daily gift of a song yanked back from the reptilian parts of your memory. Most of the tunes are embarrassingly awesome – but once in awhile you’ll find one that is just too terrible to have been loved in the first place.
Werd up.