Finally, the Transformers movie franchise has ended. The final nail to the trilogy has landed and fans of the mechanical beings rejoiced! It was fun (chase and fight scenes), mind-blowing (special effects), and exhilarating (because it finally brought an end to everything).
Now I understand that movie critics and enlightened movie-goers frown on this movie franchise. I accept their point of view. The three movies had weak storylines. Character development was weak as well, at times, even nonexistent. Accordingly, bad acting. Pointless robot-fighting and action scenes thus, a waste of animation and special effects technology. Heck, even director Michael Bay said that the second movie was “crap.”
The immortal words of Mikaela Banes (Megan Fox) to Sam Witwicky (Shia LaBeouf). Well, if you’ve been caught cheating by your girlfriend with a humanoid transformer that attacks you, prompting your girlfriend to save your ass so you would stop screaming like a crazed woman, then you deserve it.
The transformers? They’ve been here a lonnggg, long time ago.
I was late for the premier of Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. Well, maybe for just 7-10 minutes, but you never what movie scenes you could miss in that short span of time. I had no idea it would start earlier than the movie theater’s standard opening time. As soon as I was seated and looked at the silver screen, Optimus Prime (voiced by Peter Cullen) had already jumped off an aircraft carrier, supported by three parachutes. Makes me wonder how light the transformers can be.