I remember being a kid and playing with my action figures (or dolls, as my mother would call them). I'd have Optimus Prime battle Batman until a giant T-Rex flew in and devoured them both. It didn’t make any sense and it defied all logic. But it didn’t matter to me because I was in charge. Transformers: Dark of the Moon is an excessive 157-minute exercise of Michael Bay channeling his inner child, having robots wrestle around as they maniacally destroy Chicago. He hopes the 3D and the never-ending explosions are enough to distract the audience from the lack of storytelling, character, and performance. It pains me to say it, but it kind of worked.
Transformers: DOTM is all about the robots, but for some ridiculous reason, Bay feels the need to crowbar in a laundry list of actors to perform meaningless skits in between action sequences. Shia LaBeouf returns as the main character whose name escapes me because quite honestly, it really doesn’t matter.Then there's Rosie Huntington-Whiteley who falls under the category of Not A Good Enough Actress To Warrant Me Saying All Three Of Her Names. She replaces Megan Fox as the token damsel in distress in a Razzie Award-worthy performance that makes Fox’s acting look like Meryl Streep in comparison.
John Malkovich is entertaining but contributes nothing to the plot in his short time on screen. Patrick Dempsey chews enough scenery to give Gene Hackman in Superman a run for his money. Frances McDormand is in full “What the hell am I doing here?” mode, while Josh Duhamel delivers one of the most abominable lines of dialogue I have ever heard...so abominable, it caused me to turn my face away from the screen in embarrassment.
Performances aside, the real disservice Michael Bay is responsible for is desensitizing his audience to the point where nothing shocks us anymore. In Armageddon, he spent time allowing us to connect to those characters and as a result, we had an emotional response when one of them died. DOTM treats its human characters like pawns on a chess board while the robots play the role of the Queen, capable of moving all over the board destroying anything and everything in their path without consequence. The final hour of the film shows the massacre of the human race. Instead of feeling compassion or shock, we feel nothing. We feel nothing because Bay’s style of directing keeps us so emotionally distanced from the characters and conflict that we really don't give a damn who wins the war between the Autobots and Decepticons.
As much as the film underwhelms in every category of filmmaking, it overwhelms with its use of 3D. One shot immerses you in the point-of-view of sky divers weaving in between the skyline of Chicago. The result is a breathtaking experience that might leave some with a dizzying spell of vertigo. The 3D experience more than justifies seeing Transformers in the theater and will leave you happily remembering the striking images that Bay projects on screen. Just don’t ask me what the movie is about because I really do not remember.
And truthfully, I don’t care.
3 (out of 5) Stars.
- Garytt Poirier
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