I’m stuck at home at the moment waiting for a major accident to clear that has spectacularly closed a road in two directions. Here’s a short break from the chemistry and the madness that is my academic life. If the local traffic conditions are forcing one upon me, I may as well take it.
So here it is. I love the ballet, opera, and Transformers. Half the interwebz is full of criticism of Michael Bay’s treatment of Transformers and the other half of the internet is blithely ignoring the critics frothing at the mouth while Michael Bay pockets fill with money.
I’m a child who grew up in the 1980′s and Transformers was staple viewing and have nothing against the remodelling of particular Autobots or the lack of plot because I find the whole thing entertaining. I can happily switch off my brain for a few hours and watch mindless explosions glued together with bits of a plot where the hero gets the girl in the end. This is an action movie after all. It’s not like the ballet or opera where there’s time devoted to developing plot and character. Or is it?
Unless you’ve been forced against your will to watch Transformers or indeed anything else, save everyone the bandwidth and keep your whingeing to a minimum. And by forced, I don’t mean watching something to keep things harmonious with your partner so you can do things with them best kept behind closed doors. What I mean is that you’ve been kidnapped, gagged, and frogmarched into the cinema and then tied down to the seat where your eyes are forced open to watch something that cost more than the house you live in to create being offered to the world as entertainment.
