Die-hard fans will rush to the theatres only to be thoroughly let down. Except for the subtraction of Megan Fox & addition of Rosie Huntington-Whiteley and 3D, this Michael Bay series has nothing new to offer. Huntington-Whiteley, an English Victoria’s Secret model, just runs around in her ultra-tight jeans, looking hot but seriously lacking acting skills, and is a poor replacement of Fox.
Like “X-Men: First Class” where history was edited on the Cuban Missile Crisis, the writer here also takes liberty with American history as the Apollo 11 Mission discovers an abandoned Autobot ship on the moon’s surface. The alien technology discovered on the mysterious vessel is taken back to earth by U.S Intelligence. Fast forward to our hero Sam Witwicky (Shea LaBeouf) who is struggling for a job and when he finally lands one, it with an eccentric boss Bruce Brazos (Malkovich). Dylan (Dempsey), a slick millionaire makes passes at his hot girlfriend (Huntington – Whitely) and then to top it all he has to now “save the world” by battling the evil Decepticons with the noble Autobots by his side. What follows is an endless war of metal jamming, clunking and oil spewing – a complete mess of the final battle scene which ends abruptly after every conceivable action sequence has been done to death.
LaBeouf goes from cute in the first of the series to being loud, irritable and whiny. Here’s an action flick where you don’t seem to even want to care or root for the hero. The characters are entirely one dimensional. The script seems to be rushed in the first half and then gets altogether lost in the second half. Director Michael Bay is obsessed with explosions, fights and stunts that keeping getting out of proportion – muscle, splendor and spectacle that fans eagerly crane forward to watch but it’s all brainless, bloated and wasteful. CGI and the fight sequels overshadow everything – the acting, the dialogues, the cinematography and the script. Forceful insertions of really lame humor don’t help either. It’s all reduced a massive 3D blurr of metal clashing & clanking (yawn, snore…you give up trying to understand who is fighting whom). Like the buildings that come crashing down, you wish the 40-minute fight sequel was shredded down to 10-minutes.
After a point it’s all Bay-nal!