Alex heads to Songs & Cigarettes to give us his spoiler-free review and analysis of Transformers: Dark of the Moon… and he doesn’t even mention Michael Bay once.
I saw Transformers: Dark of the Moon during one of those night-before-opening-night showings, and if you have read/listened to anything on our site before, that should come as no surprise to you. I enjoy my big, dumb action movies more than most, and the previous entry in this series was one of the biggest and dumbest. Naturally, I lined up early for the third installment.
The first hour of Transformers: Dark of the Moon was kind of a mess, even though Shia LaBeouf was valiantly trying to keep everything together. The last 90 or so minutes, however, were absolute insanity. And I don’t mean insanity like, “Wow, that was cool!” I mean insanity like, “Wait, who am I, and why am I so concerned about these fighting robots?” There were moments in the second half where I was so wrapped up in the movie that I became a different type of movie watcher, but the instant the movie ended, when Linkin Park made all the awesomeness come crashing down during the overly lens-flared credits, things got back to normal and I began deconstructing the gorgeous absurdity I had just taken in.
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