In which I muse about a few things
I have to say, I spend too much time online. My work requires me to sit at a computer, and at home if I’m not nose-deep in a book, I’m usually browsing blogs, social sites (Twitter anyone?) and streaming news or video of some kind. I have no idea what the sky even looks like most of the time. I come up from the abyss that I reside in and step blinking slowly into the sunlight.
You get the idea, right? Of course you do.
But given that I spend so much time crammed into my office chair, staring at a number of flashing screens, I tend to form opinions of things. I see thousands of opinions, all barking about being different, and online it’s even worse than arguments in the so-called “real world” (I have my doubt as to the authenticity of the reality of this “real world” they speak of).
But sometimes, consciousness converges into a coherent structure, and everyone agrees on something. Sometimes the internet can be vicious in its judgment, and while I understand most of the time, I don’t understand this conviction of the horribleness of Michal Bay.
Alright, I know what you’re saying. Michael Bay ruined Transformers 2 for everyone. Blah Blah Blah.
What, exactly, did he ruin? I see everyone saying “Oh, he screwed up the plot, Transformers don’t mate, they’re built.” But really, what did you expect? It’s Michael Bay, the man known for explosions.
Did you all really go in expecting another Dark Knight? I went in without expectations, because I was there to see Giant Robots beat the ever-loving crap out of each other. I went to see massive explosions flip stuntmen though the air. I wanted to relive the magic of the show in a massive, epic movie. And that’s what I got.
And you should see the original show now. If you go back and watch it, you’ll understand how cheesy the old show was. And for that cheese, I loved it. TF2 had that.
You know, I remember a time not long ago when the same people attacking TF2 were complaining about the first Transformers movie. The most common gripe was “It wasn’t about the robots. I wanted to see more of the robots, not see the humans.”
Bay gave you what you wanted. Sure there was a million storylines that didn’t make sense. Sure the humans took a backseat to the explosions. Sure there were a thousand plotholes. Did you care? (Oh, wait, you did) He gave you 10+ times the amount of action with the Autobots and Decepticons. The storylines function along the same line of the show. Or porn. The storyline is there to set up the action. After the fight starts, the storyline takes a backseat because when Optimus Prime is ripping the heart out of the fallen, who gives a shit about symbols that make no sense?
To all the critics that hate this movie, and to all the idiots trying to defend them, you’re proving Bay’s point. It’s a popcorn movie. You don’t go for the critical acclaim. You go for the sheer fun you want to have. TF2 delivered that in spades. I’m a film snob, I love the critic’s favorites, but this is not a movie trying to be deep. It’s sheer fun, and I had a great time.
OK /rant
In other news, Michael Jackson died, as well as Billy Mays. RIP Guys.
One a freak who could sing and dance like no other, the other a shiller of crap you would never use for money you would never pay. You both will be missed. Pop music, and Oxyclean, will never be quite the same.
That’s all for now. I’ll be back later to properly rant about some other things on my mind. We’ll see what turns up.
Out for now.
