Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen

Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen Shia LaBeouf, Megan Fox

I have been anticipating several movies this year: Star Trek, X-Men, Transformers, and Harry Potter. It must be people like myself that pushed Hollywood to make sequels and prequels. Honestly, none has disappointed me yet.

How did Spielberg make machines move like KongFu masters? This time, some transformers produced bodily liquid. I was almost expecting sweats and blood from some fight scenes.

Sam’s own transformation, into adulthood or accepting his role in life, was reasonably played. Mikaela was nice to watch. The supporting cast and sub-plots were just OK. For that, the main plot was just OK too. None of these matters, this is an action flick and there were lots of them. The movie jumped from scene to scene and leaves little time for viewers to digest what just happened (or even figure out what were just said). It grabbed all my attention and senses. When the credits rolled, I needed a moment to come back to life. The digestion happened about an hour later. “Wait a moment,” I was halfway into a St. John’s burger. “What weapon was fired from that nuclear submarine?”

I enjoyed the movie like the burger: there wasn’t much thought process, it felt good at the moment, I can probably articulate some finer points, but it was not something to savor over, and yes, I would definitely recommend it to others, as long as they are into burgers.