Transformers 2, review

Also known as ‘how to make exploding alien robots so boring you
would rather gnaw through your own leg than watch that film again.’  By
which I mean the new Transformers film, of course.  What’s it called? 
The rise of the fallen?  The ascent of the supine?  The vacuum
cleaner’s revenge?

I swear I went into it with a working brain, but during the endless
exploding tedium that followed I believe my grey matter melted and
flowed out of my nose, though that may have just been blood.  At any
rate, the film is too boring to deserve a proper review, so you get one
that goes like this instead:

Oh look, exploding robots.  I can’t tell them apart.  Motorbike
transformers with holographic female porn starlets attached, and pink
and purple paint-jobs?  I’m trying to be fair here by thinking ‘oh,
representation for the girls’, but I know I’m just fooling myself and
they are actually just teenage male wank fodder.  True to my more
cynical thoughts, it proves later on that they are pathetic fighters
and are utterly pointless, with nothing to do in the plot at all. 
Therefore only in there to provide momentary eye-candy for the boys.

Dear God, hero’s family are the most irritating screen family I have
ever known.  Copulating dogs = comedy?  Hero is an ugly sleezeball. 
Hero’s girlfriend is a hot-pant wearing porn starlet who is clearly
far, far too good for him.  What does she see in this douchebag who
won’t even tell her he loves her?  The only reason these two are
together is that we’re in teenage male wish fulfillment land again,
isn’t it?

The Decepticons are reenacting Star Wars now.  They have an evil
emperor, who calls Megatron ‘my apprentice’ and everything.  Though OK,
I do like the satellite/space station robot, and the ball bearing
robots are cute.

Gah!  Ew!  But every time they try to give the Autobots
personalities they turn out to be sleezeballs too.  The writers of this
film really must love sleezeballs.  Unfortunately, I don’t.  Am I
supposed to be finding this funny?  I can’t tell.

Oh look, here’s another porn starlet girl and she’s coming on to the
deeply unattractive hero.  How likely is that?  Oh, no, it’s OK, she
turns out to be an evil robot.  That does make a lot more sense. 
Surely there’s only one smart porn starlet chick in the world who would
really like our hero.

Our hero has an annoying douchebag of a room mate, but at least this
boy’s pretty.  Tall, curly hair, nice eyes.  Why couldn’t he have been
the hero?

Far far far far far far far too much ridiculous and pointless stuff
happens.  Optimus Prime dies.  We’re supposed to be upset, but I
couldn’t care less.  He never had a personality anyway, so I won’t miss
him.  I just wish they’d taken out those stupid twin autobots at the
same time.

More things blow up.

Ugly hero and pouty heroine are chased heroically around the world. 
The roommate endears himself to me by actually being scared.  My God,
is this acting?!  Good for you, curly haired boy!

They pick up a character who may have been in the first film.  I
don’t remember the first film, but I like the quirky middle-aged guy. 
Quirky middle-aged guy and curly-haired boy are almost starting to
entertain me.  There are even a few slashy moments thrown in for
comedic value, which I decide to take seriously because it’s the only
redeeming feature so far.  Cool!  These two should have their own film,
because hero, heroine and robots continue to be as entertaining as
athlete’s foot.

Hero dies.  I could kill him because this is obviously going to
prolong the film for at least another half an hour.  Some robots smash
some other robots – did I mention that I can’t tell them apart?  The
sun is about to be destroyed.  I wish they would get on with it.  Then
the magic dust makes everything better.  And we close the film with the
hero still refusing to say ‘I love you’ to the heroine.

All I can say about this is that it makes Harry Potter and the Half
Blood Prince look like a work of genius level wit and brevity.  If you
were thinking about going to see it because Transformers 1 wasn’t that
bad, spare yourselves and just hit yourself over the head with a plank
full of rusty nails for an hour instead.  Trust me, you’ll enjoy that
lots more.


About Alex Beecroft

I write M/M Romance, Historical and Fantasy novels . You can find out more about my novels at my website:
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