This blog is supposed to be about writing, but I feel moved to write about a film. That film is “Transformers: Age of Extinction”. And this is what I feel moved to write about it. It’s one of the worst movies I’ve seen in recent times. It seems to have taken the view, in all its extremity, that any plot element is justified or explained by loud bangs, blinding flashes and the apocalyptic destruction of vehicles and real estate.
My daughter and I, about two hours in, switched it off. We decided that we had simply stopped caring who lived, who died, who got smoked, crushed, blown up, mangled or dropped from a great height. In fact, we began to feel that the sidekick was rather fortunate to have been burnt to a crisp early on in the movie.
Chief among the many reasons for our lack of appreciation for this tasteless exercise in disaster porn was the mess of a plot. It just rambled all over the place, without rhythm or reason. Optimus Prime was abducted by someone who seemed to be hunting autobots and decepticons on behalf of someone else (never explained up to the two hour mark we watched). This creature seemed to have something to do with the spaceships that killed the dinosaurs. Chinese officials seem to figure solely for the excuse of blowing up a different city (Hong Kong) to Chicago., with the implication that the US was manufacturing its advanced weapons in Chinese factories (!!!). And these are just examples of the ludicrous plot, and not an exhaustive list.
Unbelievably, this movie has a score of 6.1 on IMDB. I can only say that, dear IMDB, our tastes have finally diverged.