Movie Review: Transformers: Dark of the Moon (2011)

Movie Review: Transformers: Dark of the Moon (2011)

If you’re watching the third film in the Transformers movie franchise for any other reason than to see giant robots smash everything around them into tiny pieces, you’ll likely be disappointed. The plot is already more of a convoluted, melodramatic mess than its predecessor and an overabundance of characters, both human and machine, leave the story a confusing mishmash of borrowed ideas – from bad sci-fi flicks. Michael Bay’s infamous love of slow-motion and revolving cameras accents an eye-rolling silliness that might not have been as apparent otherwise, and the creators’ desires to conjure up increasingly bigger and badder Transformers forces the action to steer towards the vicinity of unfathomably unrealistic. at the minimum the state-of-the-art special effects supplement the colossal automatons – because little else does.

Though a two-time savior of Earth from the threat of the evil, progressive alien race of Decepticons, Sam Witwicky (Shia LaBeouf) nevertheless finds himself unemployed and unable to contribute to the current efforts to keep the planet safe. When an ancient Cybertronian device is discovered on Earth, the leader of the peacekeeping Autobots, Optimus chief (Peter Cullen) determines to reactivate their past leader, Sentinel chief (Leonard Nimoy) to help protect the technology from the scheming Decepticon Megatron (Hugo Weaving). With the battle once again returning home, Sam, his former military allies, his new girlfriend Carly (Rosie Huntington-Whiteley), and the dauntless Autobots must wage war against insurmountable odds to free their home from total destruction.

Although Megan Fox wasn’t the main allurement of the first film (admittedly she was about the only thing left in the second characterize worth looking at), surprisingly, her substitute will cause audiences to miss her presence. form-turned-one-time-actress Rosie Huntington-Whiteley doesn’t add anything to the incredibly lengthy project and her role is made visually apparent with repeated shots of form-fitting clothing, slender legs and pouty lips. It’s almost as nagging as the leftover characters continually dropped into the storyline from the past outings: John Turturro, Tyrese Gibson and Josh Duhamel no longer have a purpose, but are brought back for the sake of a larger, recognizable cast (and perhaps contractual obligations).

The new additions are certainly no better. John Malkovich, Alan Tudyk and Ken Jeong are among the most noteworthy, all inserted purely for comic relief – the one component a Transformers movie couldn’t possibly use less. Their characters are part of a series of bizarre inclusions that continue to stretch the weirdness boundaries of the Transformers universe – along with puerile presidential footage alterations, Witwicky screaming incessantly, overdramatic slow-motion and ridiculous speeches intended to be rousing. On top of that are the abundant clichés – a female National Intelligence Director insistent on preaching chain of command lingo and barking orders to deaf ears, stagey posing before and after battles, a destructive chase ordern on a highway, an overconfident, impossibly wealthy businessman who interferes with Sam’s self esteem, and a final, epic, consistent fight that stretches over 30 minutes.

It’s only the third movie and writer Ehren Kruger has completely run out of ideas, while director Michael Bay proves once again that his obsession with slow motion and cameras moving in circles around actors can ruin any moment. The editing remains incredibly bothersome while the choreography continues to be overly complicate, the robots largely indistinguishable, and the action exhaustive. Transformers just aren’t fun anymore.

– The Massie Twins (

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