Sambots. How classy.
I am so happy that I will never need to watch any more Transformers movies.
In the second film, Michael Bay wasn’t content merely to annoy me with confusing special effects. He decided to go all Blair-Witch-meets-Bourne-Supremacy on me. Somebody fed too much coffee to the guy that gave everything the hand-cam look.
I couldn’t tell what that one forgettable, samey lump of scrap metal was doing to that other forgettable, samey lump of scrap metal. I do, however, remember the horribly racist stereotype-bots.
When your cast is filled with forgettable lumps of flesh and/or metal, all I remember is the eyeroll-worthy stuff.
Anyway, RedLetterMedia covered it. In shifts.
I know that they’re action movies. I realize they aren’t to be taken seriously.
But when you have a choice of fast food, you have many more options than that one McDonald’s that serves side orders of flies. It’s just not close enough.
