I know what you are thinking, Internet. «Oh FC, why the hell do you keep watching these bound-to-be craptacular, cookie-cutter romantic comedies?» Because I am an optimist, that's why. Everytime I purchase my movie ticket, I can't help but think «This time, it's gonna be different. This time, I won't feel like eating the seat in front of me out of sheer boredom because THIS ONE is going to think outside the box». At least, that's what I though right before seeing The Ugly Truth. Ha! Ha Ha Ha HA HA HA......oy. Seriously, my patience with this genre is dwindling.
When the morning news show she produces at a local Sacramento TV station is faced with poor ratings, neurotic tight-ass Abby (Katherine Heigl) is forced to put up with a new provocating (and ratings-raising) segment on the show called The Ugly Truth, and its presenter, the rude and crude Mike (Gerard Butler). Sparks flies as these two opposites verbally spar as they try to cohabite in the same working environment and, you guessed it, eventually fall for each other. WHAT ELSE IS NEW???
Once again, my (destroyed) hopes were not unfounded for this romantic comedy. Helmed by Robert Luketic, director of the fresh and entertaining Legally Blonde, this flick stars Heigl, an actress capable of being foxy while simultaneously making a fool of herself, and Butler, whose mix of baby blue eyes and scruffiness fits right into the genre. However, even Heigl and Butler re-enacting the whole dance sequence at the end of Slumdog Millionaire wouldn't be able to save a flick like this one, aka a flick plagued with a poor excuse of a script
Let me get this straight: She's the mother of all control freaks whose idea of the perfect man is basically the hero of a Harlequin romance. He's at the emotional level of a caveman and this close to being slapped with a sexual harassment suit (but wait, he does care very much for his nephew, who shows up conveniently during the movie. Aaaawe). Throughout the story, they both remain the same, yet at the beginning, they can't stand each other and 1h37 min. later, they're completely in love. Riiight! Maybe that would be believable if there was ANY KIND OF CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT, but no. Apparently, all it took was some bad salsa dancing (on a side note, the producer who insisted on putting that scene in the movie should be fired).
(Warning: incoming obvious play on the title). Here's the ugly truth about this movie: there were a few decent comedy bits. Sadly, this is a typical case of all-the-best-parts-are-in-the-trailer. And Gerald Butler might be hot enough for romantic comedies, but watching him in this was almost akward. Let the man get back to his guns, or at least his scottish accent.
By the way, you know you've made it in Hollywood when your 30 second appearance in the movie is worth the «and Kevin Connolly» type of billing. Congrats, E!
samedi 25 juillet 2009
mardi 21 juillet 2009
Excuse me, I have to go vomit
First off, I must declare myself a moderate Harry Potter fan. Meaning I read all the books a long time ago, liked most of them, but barely remember what happened in them. Meaning that while watching Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, the following happened on more than one occasion: 'Wait a sec, he died/was captured/is going out with her? Since when? What?' However, this did not stop me one bit from enjoying what I can honestly say is the best Harry Potter installment yet.
Detailing the story of the famous boy wizard would be utterly pointless at this time since everybody and their pet fish knows the tale by J.K. Rowling. Instead, here are the newest plot points brought on by The Half-Blood Prince: Baddie Voldemort and his dark minions are no longer in hiding and having a ball spreading rampage wherever they go, Harry is enlisted by Dumbledore to help him in a mysterious quest linked to Tom Riddle aka Prebuscent Voldemort and new Potions Prof Horace Slughorn, Draco Malfoy is given a dark side-project and Harry, Ron, Hermione and Co.'s teenage hormones kick into high gear. In a nutshell.
What makes the sixth Harry Potter so superior to the previous five? For my part, I believe it is because of its focus on characters rather than the plot. For once, the protagonists feel more like average teenagers than heroes and villains. From one of the earliest scenes where Harry is being flirted with by a muggle waitress in a diner, you can feel that this one is going to be different. The boys say stupid things, the girls are obsessed with love potions. Tempers flare, hearts are broken...sound familiar? And perhaps that is exactly why this time, it is so easy to relate to the principal players. They are not simply trying to vanquish evil anymore. They are battling dark forces AND growing up at the same time. Most of us already experienced at least one of those things.
Therefore, props must go to Steve Kloves for his clever and well structured script (*braces self for attack of legion of Potter fans enraged with the absence of extensive parts of the book*) that allows character growth without sacrificing the plot. Props also go to cinematographer Bruno Delbonnel for his lively, yet intimate camera work. Finally, a previous statement made after viewing the horribly dull Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix must be retracted: David Yates, your approach to the Potter series no longer makes me want to projectile vomit. In fact, you are brilliant. Saying that this is an impressive turnaround is an understatement.
Its nice to see the young players finally have the chance, after almost a decade in the same characters' shoes, to stretch their acting skills (Yay Steve Kloves and David Yates!). Some really went further than their usual interpretations, notably Daniel Radcliffe, Rupert Grint, Emma Watson (kind of) and especially Tom Felton. Some others *cough Bonnie Wright cough* did not. As always, the veterans (Maggie Smith, Michael Gambon, Alan Rickman, Julie Walters, etc.) are up to their usual standard. An extra thumbs up goes to the wonderful Jim Broadbent, newcomer to the series, and the delightfully excentric Helena Bonham-Carter. Keep an eye out for young Mr. Frank Dillane. His turn as the creepy and calculating Tom Riddle is dead on. Kid is gonna be a star, mark my words!
Finally, for those of you who remember seeing the very first Potter movie in theaters, I dare you not to feel reaaally old when you notice how these darn kids have grown! Ugh!
Detailing the story of the famous boy wizard would be utterly pointless at this time since everybody and their pet fish knows the tale by J.K. Rowling. Instead, here are the newest plot points brought on by The Half-Blood Prince: Baddie Voldemort and his dark minions are no longer in hiding and having a ball spreading rampage wherever they go, Harry is enlisted by Dumbledore to help him in a mysterious quest linked to Tom Riddle aka Prebuscent Voldemort and new Potions Prof Horace Slughorn, Draco Malfoy is given a dark side-project and Harry, Ron, Hermione and Co.'s teenage hormones kick into high gear. In a nutshell.
What makes the sixth Harry Potter so superior to the previous five? For my part, I believe it is because of its focus on characters rather than the plot. For once, the protagonists feel more like average teenagers than heroes and villains. From one of the earliest scenes where Harry is being flirted with by a muggle waitress in a diner, you can feel that this one is going to be different. The boys say stupid things, the girls are obsessed with love potions. Tempers flare, hearts are broken...sound familiar? And perhaps that is exactly why this time, it is so easy to relate to the principal players. They are not simply trying to vanquish evil anymore. They are battling dark forces AND growing up at the same time. Most of us already experienced at least one of those things.
Therefore, props must go to Steve Kloves for his clever and well structured script (*braces self for attack of legion of Potter fans enraged with the absence of extensive parts of the book*) that allows character growth without sacrificing the plot. Props also go to cinematographer Bruno Delbonnel for his lively, yet intimate camera work. Finally, a previous statement made after viewing the horribly dull Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix must be retracted: David Yates, your approach to the Potter series no longer makes me want to projectile vomit. In fact, you are brilliant. Saying that this is an impressive turnaround is an understatement.
Its nice to see the young players finally have the chance, after almost a decade in the same characters' shoes, to stretch their acting skills (Yay Steve Kloves and David Yates!). Some really went further than their usual interpretations, notably Daniel Radcliffe, Rupert Grint, Emma Watson (kind of) and especially Tom Felton. Some others *cough Bonnie Wright cough* did not. As always, the veterans (Maggie Smith, Michael Gambon, Alan Rickman, Julie Walters, etc.) are up to their usual standard. An extra thumbs up goes to the wonderful Jim Broadbent, newcomer to the series, and the delightfully excentric Helena Bonham-Carter. Keep an eye out for young Mr. Frank Dillane. His turn as the creepy and calculating Tom Riddle is dead on. Kid is gonna be a star, mark my words!
Finally, for those of you who remember seeing the very first Potter movie in theaters, I dare you not to feel reaaally old when you notice how these darn kids have grown! Ugh!
mercredi 15 juillet 2009
Pinte de lait, c'est 3 mots. 1, 2, 3!
Il existe des films qui, sur papier, donne le goût aux gens de sautiller sur place en tapant des mains, tellement il promet de satisfaire. Par exemple, De père en flic, le quatrième film en carrière du réalisateur Émile Gaudreault (Mambo Italiano), qui met en vedette deux titans du cinéma québécois, Michel Côté et Rémy Girard, et qui marque les débuts au grand écran du darling de l'humour, Louis-José Houde. Un film qui, de par son genre, ne peut que rappeler un autre opus québécois qui, il n'y a pas si longtemps, a fracassé tous les records au box-office canadien. Déjà sur papier, la barre est haute...
Jacques Laroche (Côté) est une légende dans le milieu policier. Son fils Marc (Houde), aussi policier, est loin de l'être. Le père est un dur autoritaire et fendant alors que le fils 'manque de viande' et est trèèèès expressif. Ensemble, ils forment un tandem qui crée des flamèches, pour ne pas dire qui met le feu au cul. Et c'est bien malgré eux qu'ils sont jumelés pour partir en mission undercover dans une retraite ou les pères et fils aliénés vont pour resserer leurs liens. Objectif? Convaincre un autre dur, Maître Charles Bérubé, qui tente de reconnecter avec son fils qui le déteste, de livrer son client, Mononc Tardif, chef des Blood Machines, aux autorités.
Après Nuit de Noces et Mambo Italiano, Émile Gaudreault n'est plus un néophyte de la comédie. On peut même s'attendre à un scénario et une mise en scène punchés, bien rythmés, surtout si la comparaison à Bon Cop Bad Cop, un film qui a suivi la bonne recette, sera inévitable. Cependant, De père en flic tombe quelque peu à plat. Les gags ne décollent jamais véritablement. Le film ne nous laisse aucune bonne scène qui pourrait faire l'objet d'une conversation du genre 'Te souviens-tu du boutte quand...?'
Heureusement, Gaudreault s'est entouré d'une distribution qui sait tirer le maximum de son texte. À ce point-ci, il n'est plus nécessaire de louanger Michel Côté, hilarant dans son obstination à demeurer le mâle dominant, et Rémy Girard, qui joue si bien le paranoïaque délirant. Nous devons aussi saluer les interprétations de Caroline Dhavernas, Robin Aubert et Patrick Drolet qui, malgré leurs rôles (ex-blonde qui attend d'être reconquérie, psy zen et fils qui ne vit que pour en vouloir à son père), savent déjouer les stéréotypes.
Enfin, mon cher Louis-José, c'est difficile à dire si c'est à cause de tes commentaires farfelus, ton sens impeccable du timing ou bien simplement ta bouille sympathique, mais on veut que tu réussisse. Vraiment! Et ton potentiel d'acteur est plus que palpable, mais en sortant du cinéma, on a vraiment le goût de te demander: as-tu déjà pensé à des cours d'acting?
Pour les fans des Habs, on ressent un petit pincement au coeur quand les hommes à la retraite parlent de leurs joueurs préférés: Bégin, Kostopoulos, Koivu, Tremblay, Kovalev...*soupir*
Jacques Laroche (Côté) est une légende dans le milieu policier. Son fils Marc (Houde), aussi policier, est loin de l'être. Le père est un dur autoritaire et fendant alors que le fils 'manque de viande' et est trèèèès expressif. Ensemble, ils forment un tandem qui crée des flamèches, pour ne pas dire qui met le feu au cul. Et c'est bien malgré eux qu'ils sont jumelés pour partir en mission undercover dans une retraite ou les pères et fils aliénés vont pour resserer leurs liens. Objectif? Convaincre un autre dur, Maître Charles Bérubé, qui tente de reconnecter avec son fils qui le déteste, de livrer son client, Mononc Tardif, chef des Blood Machines, aux autorités.
Après Nuit de Noces et Mambo Italiano, Émile Gaudreault n'est plus un néophyte de la comédie. On peut même s'attendre à un scénario et une mise en scène punchés, bien rythmés, surtout si la comparaison à Bon Cop Bad Cop, un film qui a suivi la bonne recette, sera inévitable. Cependant, De père en flic tombe quelque peu à plat. Les gags ne décollent jamais véritablement. Le film ne nous laisse aucune bonne scène qui pourrait faire l'objet d'une conversation du genre 'Te souviens-tu du boutte quand...?'
Heureusement, Gaudreault s'est entouré d'une distribution qui sait tirer le maximum de son texte. À ce point-ci, il n'est plus nécessaire de louanger Michel Côté, hilarant dans son obstination à demeurer le mâle dominant, et Rémy Girard, qui joue si bien le paranoïaque délirant. Nous devons aussi saluer les interprétations de Caroline Dhavernas, Robin Aubert et Patrick Drolet qui, malgré leurs rôles (ex-blonde qui attend d'être reconquérie, psy zen et fils qui ne vit que pour en vouloir à son père), savent déjouer les stéréotypes.
Enfin, mon cher Louis-José, c'est difficile à dire si c'est à cause de tes commentaires farfelus, ton sens impeccable du timing ou bien simplement ta bouille sympathique, mais on veut que tu réussisse. Vraiment! Et ton potentiel d'acteur est plus que palpable, mais en sortant du cinéma, on a vraiment le goût de te demander: as-tu déjà pensé à des cours d'acting?
Pour les fans des Habs, on ressent un petit pincement au coeur quand les hommes à la retraite parlent de leurs joueurs préférés: Bégin, Kostopoulos, Koivu, Tremblay, Kovalev...*soupir*
lundi 6 juillet 2009
I learned that from daytime tv!
That's how devoted I am, Internet. Yours truly just sat through Dragonball : Evolution SO YOU WOULDN'T HAVE TOO. Get the hint?
Based on Akira Toriyama's monstruously popular anime series, this flick tells the story of Goku (Justin Chatwin) a 'special' young man/warrior apprentice on a mission to find the seven mystical dragonballs, which grant its owner one perfect wish, before the lord/alien/creature from the black lagoon Piccolo, imprisoned for 2000 years, finds them and...does something really bad. Basically, he's pissed and its up to Goku and company to stop him from taking it out on humanity.
Here's the deal: if you never got into the 'Dragonball' series, you will feel like you wasted 1 hour and 20 minutes of your life. If you are a fan of the 'Dragonball' series, you will also feel like you wasted 1 hour and 20 minutes of your life. However, the level of frustration will be much higher. Very little remains of the original anime. Goku is no longer a happy-go-lucky/ completely clueless kid with a monkey tail, he's an outcast teenager longing to be cool and pining over queen bee Chi Chi (don't even get me started on her. No giant father? come! on!). Master Roshi is not a dirty old man and Bulma's hair is black. What the hell??
The movie was clearly shot in front of a couple of bluescreens in a deserted warehouse and is all kinds of mediocre, from the script (which includes classic lines such as 'Ow, my balls!') to the fighthing to the actors' performances. One might say that Justin Chatwin's hair did most of the acting in this piece, even though the film wasn't short in viable actors (Emmy Rossum, Chow-Yun Fat). But the person I feel most sorry for was James Marsters, who had to endure who knows how many hours every day in the makeup chair to deliver such a boring performance. Considering Piccolo's high degree of badass-ness in the anime series, this was truly a disappointment.
In the end, the biggest crime of all was that Dragonball: Evolution takes itself (gasp!) seriously. The humour which made Toriyama's stories so entertaining and distinctive is almost entirely gone. In its place, we are left with a (god helps us!) quest of self-discovery which culminates in a 'its your destiny' moment (you can here recycle your urge to vomit from Transformers 2) and ends with getting the girl. Oh! And just when its about to get interesting, as in when the newly formed couple of Goku and Chi Chi take their debate of who is going to wear the pants into the arena, cut to credits.
James Wong, the question is begging to be asked : when you think of how you, an asian man, cast a 100 % caucasian man to play one of the biggest japanese anime icon, does the word 'irony' pop into your mind? Cause it freaking does in mine!!! Also, how the hell does a laser gun run out of ammunition? Oh! And why, WHY would someone stuck under huge boulders during a deadly fight with an alien lord suddenly feel the urge TO CHANGE HIS OUTFIT???
Maybe all these burning questions will be answered in the sequel, Goku Goes to College. Can't wait. Just. Can't. Wait.
Based on Akira Toriyama's monstruously popular anime series, this flick tells the story of Goku (Justin Chatwin) a 'special' young man/warrior apprentice on a mission to find the seven mystical dragonballs, which grant its owner one perfect wish, before the lord/alien/creature from the black lagoon Piccolo, imprisoned for 2000 years, finds them and...does something really bad. Basically, he's pissed and its up to Goku and company to stop him from taking it out on humanity.
Here's the deal: if you never got into the 'Dragonball' series, you will feel like you wasted 1 hour and 20 minutes of your life. If you are a fan of the 'Dragonball' series, you will also feel like you wasted 1 hour and 20 minutes of your life. However, the level of frustration will be much higher. Very little remains of the original anime. Goku is no longer a happy-go-lucky/ completely clueless kid with a monkey tail, he's an outcast teenager longing to be cool and pining over queen bee Chi Chi (don't even get me started on her. No giant father? come! on!). Master Roshi is not a dirty old man and Bulma's hair is black. What the hell??
The movie was clearly shot in front of a couple of bluescreens in a deserted warehouse and is all kinds of mediocre, from the script (which includes classic lines such as 'Ow, my balls!') to the fighthing to the actors' performances. One might say that Justin Chatwin's hair did most of the acting in this piece, even though the film wasn't short in viable actors (Emmy Rossum, Chow-Yun Fat). But the person I feel most sorry for was James Marsters, who had to endure who knows how many hours every day in the makeup chair to deliver such a boring performance. Considering Piccolo's high degree of badass-ness in the anime series, this was truly a disappointment.
In the end, the biggest crime of all was that Dragonball: Evolution takes itself (gasp!) seriously. The humour which made Toriyama's stories so entertaining and distinctive is almost entirely gone. In its place, we are left with a (god helps us!) quest of self-discovery which culminates in a 'its your destiny' moment (you can here recycle your urge to vomit from Transformers 2) and ends with getting the girl. Oh! And just when its about to get interesting, as in when the newly formed couple of Goku and Chi Chi take their debate of who is going to wear the pants into the arena, cut to credits.
James Wong, the question is begging to be asked : when you think of how you, an asian man, cast a 100 % caucasian man to play one of the biggest japanese anime icon, does the word 'irony' pop into your mind? Cause it freaking does in mine!!! Also, how the hell does a laser gun run out of ammunition? Oh! And why, WHY would someone stuck under huge boulders during a deadly fight with an alien lord suddenly feel the urge TO CHANGE HIS OUTFIT???
Maybe all these burning questions will be answered in the sequel, Goku Goes to College. Can't wait. Just. Can't. Wait.
vendredi 3 juillet 2009
I am your queen and I order you to stay in this room!!
I have a confession to make: I am a die-hard fan of corset flicks. Give me bonnets, horse riding, quadrilles and dialogues full of 'indeed's, 'petticoat's and 'upon my honor!'s, and I am happy as a Victorian clam! However, you can imagine that watching Pride and Prejudice for the 134th time doesn't bring as much as excitment as before. That's why I was so happy to get this week's dose of corsets from something entirely new: Jean-Marc Vallée's The Young Victoria.
This period film depicts the first eventful years of Queen Victoria (Emily Blunt)'s rule, from the young princess' ascension to the throne at 18 years old and her emancipation from her mother (Miranda Richardson) and her advisor/vilain of this piece, Sir John Conroy (Mark Strong) to her blatant favoritism of Prime Minister Lord Melbourne (Paul Bettany) and, of course, her love story with her future husband, Prince Albert (Rupert Friend).
Based on a somewhat static script by Vanity Fair and Gosford Park scribe Julian Fellowes, Québec's very own Jean-Marc Vallée delivers a piece that mirror its principal characters : restrained, but dignified. Victoria is clever, playful and outspoken and the moments she shares with Albert are especially authentic and filled with subdued passion, but on the whole, the movie feels a tad impersonal. Are we suppose to believe that all of these people were really that stuck up in private? No one hardly raises their voice or makes a sudden gesture, except for King William who throws a spectacularly embarrasing fit at Victoria's mother, but he's senile, so he doesn't count! But then again, contained emotions are a trademark of this kind of flick, though it does not excuse Vallée for not trying to make the supporting characters more relatable.
Environment-wise, The Young Victoria is filled with the stuff wannabe princesses dream about : exquisite and detailed costumes, grand palaces and gardens, fashionably ancient hairstyles, etc. As for the players, they all drip with aristocratic charm. Emily Blunt is an absolute star as the young woman working her way through Ruling an Empire 101 AND falling in love for the first time. Far from being cold and regal, Ms. Blunt's performance is engaging and will make anyone who's ever longed for the freedom of adulthood cheer for her. Rupert Friend's performance is above all genuine. Prince Albert is a mix of down-to-earth and class, but Friend's looks and manners, though always even, are consistently honest and speak as loud, if not louder, than the dialogue. As for the supporting players, the flick is packed with british star power (Richardson, Strong, Bettany, Harriet Walter, Jim Broadbent) but the intrigue doesn't allow them to really stretch their acting skills. This is clearly the Victoria-and-Albert show, no matter how hard they try to convince us otherwise. But Emily Blunt and Rupert Friend run it with such grace and charm, we can let it slide.
In the end, a good fix for any petticoat junkie, even though a wikipedia search will clearly show that Victoria and Albert weren't that pretty in real life. But seriously, who needs reality?
This period film depicts the first eventful years of Queen Victoria (Emily Blunt)'s rule, from the young princess' ascension to the throne at 18 years old and her emancipation from her mother (Miranda Richardson) and her advisor/vilain of this piece, Sir John Conroy (Mark Strong) to her blatant favoritism of Prime Minister Lord Melbourne (Paul Bettany) and, of course, her love story with her future husband, Prince Albert (Rupert Friend).
Based on a somewhat static script by Vanity Fair and Gosford Park scribe Julian Fellowes, Québec's very own Jean-Marc Vallée delivers a piece that mirror its principal characters : restrained, but dignified. Victoria is clever, playful and outspoken and the moments she shares with Albert are especially authentic and filled with subdued passion, but on the whole, the movie feels a tad impersonal. Are we suppose to believe that all of these people were really that stuck up in private? No one hardly raises their voice or makes a sudden gesture, except for King William who throws a spectacularly embarrasing fit at Victoria's mother, but he's senile, so he doesn't count! But then again, contained emotions are a trademark of this kind of flick, though it does not excuse Vallée for not trying to make the supporting characters more relatable.
Environment-wise, The Young Victoria is filled with the stuff wannabe princesses dream about : exquisite and detailed costumes, grand palaces and gardens, fashionably ancient hairstyles, etc. As for the players, they all drip with aristocratic charm. Emily Blunt is an absolute star as the young woman working her way through Ruling an Empire 101 AND falling in love for the first time. Far from being cold and regal, Ms. Blunt's performance is engaging and will make anyone who's ever longed for the freedom of adulthood cheer for her. Rupert Friend's performance is above all genuine. Prince Albert is a mix of down-to-earth and class, but Friend's looks and manners, though always even, are consistently honest and speak as loud, if not louder, than the dialogue. As for the supporting players, the flick is packed with british star power (Richardson, Strong, Bettany, Harriet Walter, Jim Broadbent) but the intrigue doesn't allow them to really stretch their acting skills. This is clearly the Victoria-and-Albert show, no matter how hard they try to convince us otherwise. But Emily Blunt and Rupert Friend run it with such grace and charm, we can let it slide.
In the end, a good fix for any petticoat junkie, even though a wikipedia search will clearly show that Victoria and Albert weren't that pretty in real life. But seriously, who needs reality?
mercredi 1 juillet 2009
OPTIMUUUUUSSSS!!!!
Internet, some people are born with undeniable talent. The Rolling Stones, Picasso, Charlie Chaplin, Paris Hilton (not in acting, but for being utterly and persistently irrelevant), etc...For Michael Bay, it's for blowing stuff up. Whether its a bridge, a library or a doghouse, the man can seriously pulverise with style. Sadly, it doesn't stop Transformers : Revenge of the Fallen from being a piece of crap.
In a nutshell (because there isn't enough depth of plot to fill more than a nutshell), our hero Sam (Shia Laboeuf) is college-bound and still with his vixen of a girlfriend, Mikaela (Megan Fox). As for Optimus Prime and the rest of the Autobots, they are now part of a secret task force called NEST (...seriously?) runned by the U.S. government. Along with a few familiar faces (Josh Duhamel, Tyrese Gibson), they track down and destroy (stuff blowing up!) the remaining Decepticons on Earth. But trouble is brewing when an archaic foe named Fallen (or Grandpa Decepticon?) resurects Megatron and goes looking for some machine that (what else?) could DESTROY THE WORLD! Therefore, Sam and Optimus' paths cross again and, you guessed it, stuff blowing up ensues.
The good sides of Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen : the non-stop action that, combined with the state of the art CGI, blows you away (I dare you to not feel a little giddy when that huge Decepticon-on-a-wheel destroys a Shanghai highway!), Megan Fox (whether you're a guy or a girl, you just want to look at her), the Egyptian scenery when its not being blown up, the addition of a sidekick (the amusing Ramon Rodriguez), and (duh!) the Transformers...well most of them. Oh, and Isabel Lucas' tongue.
The bad sides of Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen: the black-hole size plot holes, the silly humour (enjoyable in the first movie, but now cranked up to a level of stupidity that makes you slide down your seat in despair), the humping mini-Decepticon (WHAT THE HELL!!!), the new and overly stereotyped Autobots (Grandpa Autobot and...is it me or did the Twins sound black?), the (guh!) 'its your destiny' moments and the use (and serious abuse) of slow-motion. Careful, Michael Bay! You're a couple of doves away from transforming (ha!) into John Woo. And John Turturro. Dude, you're embarrassing yourself!
But in the end, no matter how brainless they can get, Michael Bay movies are like smelly cheese: either you love them or you hate them. As for me, well, I'm a sucker for stuff that blows up!
In a nutshell (because there isn't enough depth of plot to fill more than a nutshell), our hero Sam (Shia Laboeuf) is college-bound and still with his vixen of a girlfriend, Mikaela (Megan Fox). As for Optimus Prime and the rest of the Autobots, they are now part of a secret task force called NEST (...seriously?) runned by the U.S. government. Along with a few familiar faces (Josh Duhamel, Tyrese Gibson), they track down and destroy (stuff blowing up!) the remaining Decepticons on Earth. But trouble is brewing when an archaic foe named Fallen (or Grandpa Decepticon?) resurects Megatron and goes looking for some machine that (what else?) could DESTROY THE WORLD! Therefore, Sam and Optimus' paths cross again and, you guessed it, stuff blowing up ensues.
The good sides of Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen : the non-stop action that, combined with the state of the art CGI, blows you away (I dare you to not feel a little giddy when that huge Decepticon-on-a-wheel destroys a Shanghai highway!), Megan Fox (whether you're a guy or a girl, you just want to look at her), the Egyptian scenery when its not being blown up, the addition of a sidekick (the amusing Ramon Rodriguez), and (duh!) the Transformers...well most of them. Oh, and Isabel Lucas' tongue.
The bad sides of Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen: the black-hole size plot holes, the silly humour (enjoyable in the first movie, but now cranked up to a level of stupidity that makes you slide down your seat in despair), the humping mini-Decepticon (WHAT THE HELL!!!), the new and overly stereotyped Autobots (Grandpa Autobot and...is it me or did the Twins sound black?), the (guh!) 'its your destiny' moments and the use (and serious abuse) of slow-motion. Careful, Michael Bay! You're a couple of doves away from transforming (ha!) into John Woo. And John Turturro. Dude, you're embarrassing yourself!
But in the end, no matter how brainless they can get, Michael Bay movies are like smelly cheese: either you love them or you hate them. As for me, well, I'm a sucker for stuff that blows up!
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