Well, the first film certainly was no masterpiece, but it at least had moments (fleeting though they were) of genuine wit, imagination, and even a slight bit of awe.
Revenge of the Fallen, on the other hand, is a colossal mess: a chaotic and almost completely incomprehensible two-and-a-half-hour onslaught of Bayhem. Of course, I wasn't expecting
Citizen Kane here. So the movie’s plot is ridiculous, its characterizations are paper-thin, and its jaw-droppingly embarrassing attempts at humor aren’t the least bit funny (although I have to point out that many a summer blockbuster has cracked these problems quite successfully). Fair enough; we’re here to see giant robots fight each other, and then transform into vehicles and crash into each other.
The problem is that we don’t really get to see much of that. The camera never stops moving long enough to let us, and the movie appears to have been edited with a cheese grater. By the time we finally come close to figuring out what’s going on in one scene, we’re already half-way through another scene that’s in the middle of doing the same thing to us. There is no overall build, no sense of anticipation. For all the $200 million that went into this thing, Bay is still making commercials; each scene is shot and edited as if it were a stand-alone ad (whether for GM, the Army, or simply a better movie, I don‘t know). Even though this has pretty much been Bay’s standard operating procedure since he actually
was making commercials, here it seems more glaring and obvious than usual.
It’s one thing for a movie to have a silly plot that you just go along with as part of the fun; it’s quite another to literally not be able to tell what’s physically happening on the screen. Let me put it this way: I know most of these characters’ names. I know that Devastator is a giant Decepticon made up of six (or in this movie’s case, seven) construction vehicles, and yet he was almost completely formed before I knew what was happening. There’s one shot where you faintly see, through a storm of digitally created sand, a cement mixer ramming into another vehicle and attaching itself to it. The rest is just a mass of metal falling on top of itself. Similarly, when it came to the much ballyhooed forest battle, even with the expanded aspect ratio of the IMAX screen, I couldn’t tell you whether Optimus was fighting Megatron, Starscream, or Mechagodzilla.
When I got home from the theater, I popped in my DVD of the animated
Transformers: The Movie from the 80s just to see if I really was unfairly trashing
ROTF’s incoherence. Sure enough, the animated film is probably hard to follow for the uninitiated, but even if you don’t know the characters’ names, you can at least recognize the Autobot who sounds like Scatman Crothers every time he’s on screen and usually, you’re able to discern what he’s doing. And also…
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…at least that film was able to pull off the death of Optimus Prime with a modicum of genuine emotion and pathos, while ROTF just kind of lets it happen almost as a “By-the-way, this is happening...” Seriously, how do you screw up a story beat like that?
I dunno. I’m sure that
ROTF will make a ton of money (it already has brought in quite a haul). I’m sure studio execs are thinking, “Alright, now we need more movies about giant robots crashing into each other and little dog robots humping girls’ legs and real dogs going at it on top of a mailbox and mothers getting high off pot brownies and twin robots acting like Amos ‘n Andy (because that’s really funny) and former government agents working at delis and being all funny and, and, and….” And at that point, the execs’ brains will explode from trying to comprehend the idea of all those things existing in one movie and the potential money to be made from bringing in audience members who might like one or more of them.
Meanwhile, the audience won’t know what to think, but they’ll have already paid their money, and the new execs who take over will slip on the remains of the old execs’ brains that are still on the conference room floor, see what they were thinking about, and put two and two together. Then they’ll say, “Alright, now we need more movies about giant robots crashing into each other,” etc., and the cycle will repeat itself.
And more garbage like
Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen will get made, and we’ll probably go to see it.