I hadn’t really decided whether or not to see the new Transformers movie. On the plus side, it’s a spectacle, and I love spectacle. On the minus side, it’s bound to be at about the right dramatic level for someone who’s had a pencil stabbed into his brain, or else anyone who likes Nascar.
But after reading this review, I may be pushed over the edge into seeing it:
And then there’s the “id” part, which is the part where stuff blows up real good, and huge machines smash each other up. And every single performance is so ridiculous that it looks down on “over the top” as if from a great height. It’s the part of your brain that thinks it would be awesome to see robots with giant dangling testicles, or hot chicks turning into robot tentacle monsters, or “ghetto” robots that talk in inept hip-hop slang and smash each other playfully, or funny Jewish men who talk about their “schmear” and randomly strip to their G-strings. Is that going too far? Then let’s go 100 times farther than that and see what happens!
I love it when you hate something so much that your ranting about it turns into a kind of love.
Hat tip kottke.