Transformers: A bukottak bosszúja

Michael Bay arányérzékének és jó ízlésének hiánya a Transformers első részének bájos, választékos világában?! A Transformes széria hasonló változást tapasztal, mint a Bad Boys 2. - Már megint a rosszfiúk című film. Spielberg producer eltűnt, Bay elszabadult a láncról. Az első film több kellemes, mértékkel kevert szempont miatt volt nagyszerű: Megan Fox szépségének vizuális ünneplése, szikrázó közeledése a félénk Shia felé, a menő robotok fokozatos bemutatása, akik közül mindegyiknek volt a maga helye a forgatókönyvben, csodálatot és szimpátiát keltett. A film nem kapkodott, minden jelenetet élveztem, és az egyetlen dolog, ami egy kicsit gyengítette, az a végső akció átláthatatlansága volt. A folytatásban Megan és Shia (hasonlóan átláthatatlan akciókban) csak a robbanásokat kerülik el, és sorra kerül a Megan csizmáján kiskutya módra rohangáló kis robot típusú humor (!). A robotokkal szó szerint pazarlás folyik, az individualizmusban rejlő lehetőségeiket eltemetik, némelyikük még idegesítő is (a hősöket kísérő "ikrek"). És amikor végre egy robot izgalmas lesz, akkor trónfosztják a nagy acél herék, amelyek alól John Turturro rádión a tengerészgyalogságot hív (!!!). Egyszerűen nem ebbe az irányba akartam látni a Transformers filmeket haladni. Nem is beszélve a forgatókönyv általános összefüggéstelenségéről, amelyben a cselekmény csak egy vékony szál a folyamatos akcióorgia számára, amely két óra után egyszerűen már NEM TUD érdekelni... (2009.06.19)

Naked robot genitals across the screen. Robot Jar Jar Binks in duplicate. Optimus "Conan" Prime. Devastators remake of the scene with Legolas on the Oliphaunt. “Mythology". A fire farting and leg rogering little robot. A huge, rusk robot with a walking stick who (for a change) farts out a parachute. A camp pug. A cowardly Megatron. Silicon heaven not included. Bay simply let rip. What else do you expect. Unlike the second Bad Boys, he let rip in the wrong direction. Seriously infantile. Michael, I want those politically incorrect brothers back, not prattling midgets... um, midgibots! (2009.06.23)

Michael Bay has transformed himself into his own genre, where he has made his own rules that physics, logic, and even Spielberg himself cannot affect. On the other hand, no one else has such perfectly stitched visuals with slow-motion shots of the characters' hellishly serious faces, military formations, and the setting sun with heroic music blaring. It’s off the rails, without a drop of judgment and a sense of calm. And with the overblown runtime, it hits the viewer with the vigor of a little cheeky brat whose rich parents bought him a lot of toys from Hasbro and he doesn't know what to do with them out of mischief. So there are explosions everywhere and in between all this we have Shia and Megan, who just happen to look good again. I admit that I have probably never felt so awkward after leaving the movie theater for having actually liked this. But I don't want to see it a second time, not without the assistance of the big screen. PS: Even after a second viewing, it's still surprisingly entertaining. In a perversely demented way, but it's fun. :) (2009.06.23)

Bay likes to escalate. This means that the second film is bigger, more explosive, more infantile, stupider, more lobotomized... maybe a little funnier. Roberto Orci and Alex Kurtzman used most of their intelligent ideas in the Star Trek prequel script, so in this Hasbro mishmash they have no choice but to dilute the really demented plot with decent gags and self-parodying one-liners. Which is nice - otherwise Revenge of the Tinsmiths would seem really unbearable to me. Even so, watching two and a half hours of destruction, confusing action and rushing concrete mixers is a solid impact on the nervous system. Especially because, compared to the first film, it's no longer ballbusting - it's hackneyed. The moment of surprise is there, so we get Emmerich's recipe "if you don't know what to do, blow up as much of the world's ropes as possible". At the end, the divine Michael Bay prepared his much-loved pathos in a raw state for me, for which I thank him and send him a tin kiss. I know that Michael Bay lovers will be drooling with happiness, but for a viewer, who, in addition to a ton of steel armor, also likes a little bit of thought put into things, this year's blockbuster is Star Trek. And that won’t change no matter what Michael Bay does. (2009.06.19)

100% concentrate of one artist. From another director, I would love it, but this Bay… and I can only take him dissolved. Everything bangs, everyone is gorgeous, everyone is American… and then the humour, the humour!!! Horny dogs, a stoned mum, moron robot twins… Two stars for the special effects, otherwise it’s rubbish. (2011.08.15)