David Edelstien on the new Transformers flick:
[T]he third Transformers picture, Transformers: Dark of the Moon, is something else. It's colossal, stupendous, ridiculously amazing, with a balls-to-the-walls climax in a devastated Chicago that's like War of the Worlds on steroids. This is visionary filmmaking -- and I hardly cared as I watched, mouth open, that the vision was of mutated Hasbro toys putting their fists through one another amid crumbling glass-and-steel towers while tomahawk missiles blew up metal birds and muscular American snipers shot out glowing robot eyeballs and Shia LaBeouf scampered over and under smoking debris to get to an even-more-smoking lingerie model in buttock-gripping slacks. The film is gloriously, passionately synthetic.
I think I'm the only one in the world who takes the notion of pasting narrative to toys as a kind of genius. Surely it didn't all end well. But I actually think the original Transformers cartoon was a decent effort and, as I've said before, the original movie, a classic. (What? Disagree?? I'll cut you!)
I'm sorry Orson Wells hated his final role, but his scene with Galvatron was the highlight of my ninth year.
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