The second ‘Transformers’ flick was a crappy movie…
…and I don’t think it was the fact that I had it compressed down to work on my iPod Touch that made it so.
Then again, perhaps I am wrong. Charlie Jane Anders, over at io9, argues convincingly that the second Transformers movie is not a piece of summer filmmaking schlock, but that it is (in fact) the single greatest arthouse exploration of “the illusory nature of plot” ever made, that “reach[es] beyond meaning” like no other:
…the true genius of Transformers: ROTF is that Bay has put all of this excess of imagery and random ideas at the service of the most pandering movie genre there is: the summer movie. ROTF is like twenty summer movies, with unrelated storylines, smushed together into one crazy whole. You try in vain to understand how the pieces fit, you stare into the cracks between the narrative strands, until the cracks become chasms and the chasms become an abyss into which you stare until it looks deep into your own soul, and then you go insane. You. Do. Not. Leave. The Cabinet.
Or something like that, at any rate.
