OK, so I saw the movie Thursday afternoon...for lack of anything else to see because movie distributors just decided, "Hey, this movie has got to make a gazillion dollars--let's have it in everywhere before
Harry Potter swings into town."
The movie begins in what was made to look like China--30 seconds into the movie, I was already thinking if there was some hidden joke behind this opening scene. Like, "OK, you staged a stunning Olympics. But what about those tainted milk and leaded toys? Not to mention your rabid support of North Korea. Let the Decepticons wreak havoc there." But no, Michael Bay just loves blowing things up. No movie of his is complete without it.
I should have known by the title,
Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, that this is more about the bots than the human actors who look on helplessly in the background. Two hours and a half later, I went home feeling a little shortchanged. I would probably enjoy this more if I were 11. But I am not.
Three days later, our parish priest decides to mention this ridiculous movie in his Sunday homily. No, he's not bashing it like I am...but actually found a little nugget of faith in one scene where the two lead actors discuss whether or not to continue on with their mission. Yeah, the dialogue's that cheesy, but hey, you do with what you have, right? The movie is far from being a spiritual experience, even as people didn't mind the long queues to see it as if it were some visual miracle.
Maybe 75% of the people who went to see this movie liked it. They got their money's worth. Lucky them.
P.S.: Remind me to watch the premiere of SVU this fall. The guy from Prison Break guest-stars.
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