![]() ![]() The world doesn't need more versions of Jar Jar Binks. If either Mudflap or Skids, a pair of new characters who speak in an appallingly offensive ghetto patois, were my victims, I could live with myself. I suppose in my driveway antics, I'd run the risk of squashing an Autobot, one of the good robot aliens, as well. ![]() Even then, it still seems highly likely that the worst of them, a black hulk bearing an uncanny resemblance to Mont Saint-Michel (yes, the French island town) will live to see a third movie. And once again, it takes director Michael Bay 144 minutes and a tremendous amount of firepower and heaving bosoms to re-vanquish the Decepticons. The shard infuses him with great genius the Cube being the source of all alien-robot knowledge making him, once again, the Decepticons' main quarry. But he shakes it out while preparing to leave for Princeton, unintentionally rebooting the whole conflict. He didn't wash that sweatshirt, because when you've helped one set of alien robots defeat another, you need a memento. It seems someone forgot to sweep up after that movie's climax, leaving a shard of the precious knowledge-giving Cube on the clothing of teenage hero Sam Witwicky (Shia LaBeouf). The Decepticons had supposedly been vanquished in the highly successful 2007 Transformers, but here the bad robots all were again, invigorated anew. No, if this sequel taught me anything, it is that vigilance is required where these pesky robots are concerned. My motivation would not be revenge for the lost hours I've now devoted to the Transformers (well, maybe a little). But if he did, upon my return from Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, I would have taken these Hasbro toys outside, placed them under the wheels of the car and driven back and forth across them until they were ground into dust. I'm sorry, make that Transformer action figures. ![]() Follow son does not own any Transformer dolls. ![]()
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