Showing posts with label action figures. Show all posts
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Thursday, 14 July 2011

Metal Fatigue

Cine Review: TRANSFORMERS: DARK OF THE MOON (3D)
12A – 155mins – 2011
Screenplay by: Ehren Kruger
Based on “Transformers” Action Figures by: Hasbro
Directed by: Michael Bay
Starring: Shia LaBeouf, Josh Duhamel, John Turturro, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, Patrick Dempsey, Kevin Dunn, Julie White, John Malkovich, Francis McDormand, Alan Tudyk, Ken Jeong, Peter Cullen (voice), Leonard Nimoy (voice), Hugo Weaving (voice)

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There’s no getting around it: I watch a lot of films. Too many, probably. For this reason there’s no avoiding the occasional turkey; it’s inevitable. But even so it feels like a bloody long time since I last saw a film which blew me away. Take a look back at my last ten reviews: you’ll see a host of two and three star verdicts; average fluff which failed to live up to expectations. When will this slump end? When will I once more leave a cinema or eject a disc and barely be able to contain my glee at the wonder which has just enthralled and enchanted me? Certainly not with Transformers: Dark of the Moon – quite the opposite, in fact…

“You lied to us!” rages a truly pissed off Optimus Prime (Cullen), megalithic leader of the Autobots (they’re the good guys) and part time truck cab. He may be venting at government agent Charlotte Mearing (McDormand), but he nevertheless pretty much sums up my reaction to this chaotic and overblown turd of a second sequel to Michael Bay ’s action figure-based blockbuster. If you think I’m being harsh and unreasonable already, then brace yourself.

2007’s Transformers was a genuinely enjoyable larger-than-life sci-fi action adventure, with the robots in disguise fleeing their crumbling planet of Cybertron and bringing their civil war to Earth. Follow up Revenge of the Fallen (2009) was an awkward beast; as much as I was entertained by the ramped-up humour in this depiction of the reawakening of the eeeevil Decepticon’s leader The Fallen while I was watching it, hindsight did it no favours and relegated my enjoyment to mortification.

Following a ridonkulously ma-hoosive box office take which guaranteed no magnitude of critical dissatisfaction would prevent a third instalment, Bay – after initially citing “my brain needs a break from fighting robots”– quickly changed his tune and set to work, promising any naysayers that the stoopid tomfoolery and dumb-ass robo-characters which disgraced RotF would be dialled down in favour of a return to the successful balance of fun and fighting achieved in the original.

“You lied to us!”

For all its portence at an elevated maturity with an impressively grand opening sequence which shows the *ahem* “true” but oh-so-top-secret reason for man’s race to the moon in 1969 (to investigate the crash site of an Autobot ship called The Ark, purportedly), Dark of the Moon all too quickly falls back into cringeworthy slapstick – and stays in that uncouth yobbish mode where “dickhead” “kick ass” and “shit” are dialogue standards for the following two and a half freakin’ hours of deplorably trite – yet ostensibly family friendly – farce.

Fresh out of college, everyman hero Sam Witwicky – now with new girlfriend Carly (Huntington-Whiteley) after Megan Fox was dropped for Bay-bashing – is harbouring two gobby miniature Autobot refugees (who are most irked at being treated like pets) in his pad while he desperately tries to find a job which gives him the same feeling of responsibility a man who has twice before saved mankind is accustomed.

Meanwhile, on a military-aiding mission to Chernobyl, Optimus and the Autobots discover a Decepticon-possessed fuel cell from the presumed destroyed Ark which leads them to the crash sight on the moon and the uncovering of an “off-line” Sentinel Prime (Nimoy) – the robot who Prime took over from as leader – and his creation, the Pillars, which, when used in unison, can open up a Space Bridge between two points in space. You with me so far?

It transpires that the revival of Sentinel and recovery of the Pillars was a Decepticon ploy (they’re certainly living up to their name, the blighters) as Optimus – holder of the All-Spark (the catalytic McGuffin from the first film) – is the only machine with the ability to kick-start his former chief and thus allow the Pillars to be used to transport Cybertron (a planet, don’t forget – this jargon is a joke) to Earth – thus wiping out humankind and rebuilding the mechanoid’s homeworld. Nothing’s ever small with Michael Bay, is it?!

As if all of this robo-action wasn’t enough, pretty much every human actor from the previous two films shows up as well, even when surplus to requirements (Dunn and White as the Witwicky’s are the biggest culprits), while the gargantuan cast is even further bloated by well known faces (Malkovich, Dempsey, The Hangover’s Jeong) hamming it up like hyperactive fools. It’s a disorderly nightmare of a mess to be honest: chaos reigns with too much happening all the time, both plot-wise and aesthetically.

When the camera remains stationary for long enough for you to immerse yourself in the diegesis, the 3D upgrade actually does impress – it’s just exceedingly rare that all hell isn’t breaking lose on screen leaving you lost for a single focal point. Our poor planet doesn’t exactly come out of Dark of the Moon all too well, with the plot all too frequently descending into a frenetic excuse for a fight with giant toys pummelling the scrap out of one enough and taking not just entire buildings but streets and pockets of petrified people with them too.

Rom-com regular Dempsey does pretty well outside his comfort zone as a traitorous Decepticon spy, even if it is hard to stand out against the bedlam, while Huntington-Whiteley is little more than eye candy for the men (at one point Dempsey compares her to the curves on a classic car while the camera lingers perversely on her stunning bod), standing around pouting excessively and looking vacuous as the world crumbles around her.

Well, almost. As CGI carnage dominates in the overblown war zone climax, Carly is making her way to safety when she happens upon wounded head Decepticon Megatron (Weaving) – a demented and villainous giant robot, lest we forget, who orchestrated the very battle which has decimated the city and killed hundreds. So what does this insignificant and unarmed girl do? Why she walks right up to him and verbally abuses him, labelling him “Sentinel’s bitch”, of course!! WTF?! It’s just one of a myriad of implausible but allegedly “awesome” moments which irreparably damage this once thrilling franchise. Please, Michael Bay , no more lies; no more of this shit!


In a CR@B Shell: A “prime” example of a bull-headed director thinking he knows best and totally dropping the ball: completely ignoring Revenge of the Fallen’s copious critics and deceiving fans into expecting a superior and less juvenile cluster fuck, Transformers: Dark of the Moon instead exemplifies the first sequel’s faults to an embarrassing and headache-inducing franchise nadir.
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Monday, 11 July 2011

Laugh it up, Goofball

TV Review: ROBOT CHICKEN: STAR WARS EPISODE III
15 – 54mins – 2010
Created by: Seth Green and Matthew Senreich
Head writers: Douglas Goldstein and Tom Root
Directed by: Chris McKay
Starring the voice talents of: Seth MacFarlane, Seth Green, Breckin Meyer, Ahmed Best, Donald Faison, Abraham Benrubi, Rachel Leigh Cook, Tom Kane, Anthony Daniels, Billy Dee Williams, Zeb Wells, Keith Ferguson, Donald Glover, Mike Henry Matthew Senreich, Dan Milano

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It's a bunch of over-grown kids goofing around with action figures, so you know not to expect high-brow philosophical or existentialist musings from this third roast of all things Star Wars. Even so, Adult Swim's Robot Chicken: Star Wars Episode III still fails to live up to the duo of uproarious-yet-affectionate Emmy-award-winning piss-takes which came before it. A shame it is, as Yoda would say, looking forward to this I was; but to be expected, perhaps, hmmm?

Maybe it is a case of diminished returns? After all, no matter how great a fan of George Lucas' iconic space saga I happen to be, even I have to question how many times can someone spoof the same six films and still be fresh? Family Guy (creator of which, Seth MacFarlane, is instantly recognisable on vocal duties here as Emperor Palpatine) has all-too-recently lapooned the same target for the same demographic with their adult-aimed trilogy, and they are by no means the first in the 35 years since A New Hope began one of – if not the – most successful and beloved motion picture series of all time (Spaceballs, anyone?).

RC co-creator Seth “Oz from Buffy” Green openly admits in a talking head on just one of this disc's impressively plentiful special features that the writing team had already “thrown everything they had at the screen” for 2007's Robot Chicken: Star Wars Episode I, and while the Bounty Hunter-centric sequel was an equally humorous extension to the sandbox juvenility, perhaps Episode III was one follow-up too far (particularly as it is a bumper hour long edition – a far cry from the usual RC length of 11minutes, and the previous SW specials at 21)?

Too many of the sketches feel overlong; favourite characters (such as MacFarlane's wacky “Palpy” and Donald “Turk from Scrubs” Faison's everyman Gary the Stormtrooper) are recycled to death while other more obvious targets (Jar Jar, C3PO, little Ani, the Ewoks) are sidelined to little more than cameos. Yes, admittedly, it would be far too easy to bully the weak, but when Ahmed Best and Anthony Daniels gamely return to voice their career-shaping roles and the boy-who-will-be-Vader is brought to life by none other than Zac Efron, then you can't help but feel like they are somewhat wasted with no more than a couple of lines apiece.

Fun is still to be had: fanboys will find a bounty of intricate detail to delight in (for all their shots at the saga, the RC-ers are massive fans paying a skewered tribute to the films that inspire them), while giraffe-necked Jedi Yarael Poof (Zeb Wells) and elephantine musician Max Rebo (Hugh Davidson) are characterised hysterically as a Woody Allen-alike cynic and resolute jazz cliché respectively. Futhermore, the voice cast is mightily impressive: beyond the names prior stated, Breckin Road Trip Meyer plays Boba Fett as an arrogant wise-ass, Lando Calrissian himself (Billy Dee Williams) is back with his tongue firmly in cheek and Tom Kane (of The Clone Wars fame) reprises his dual role of Yoda/Narrator.

Back to the host of extra features (the entire runtime exceeds 230minutes!), and an informal meeting with the main man at Skywalker Ranch highlights the auteur's acute awareness and sense of humour, while half an hour of deleted scenes and animatics reveal that some of the jokes left out (Porkins! Boss Nass!) are stronger than what was retained. But informal is definitely the name of the game here, as the amateurish feel stretches beyond the show itself and reveals the team to literally be a bunch of young guys with a love for toys and science fiction playing around in a big warehouse. Surprisingly, this lo-fi release was DVD only(!).


In a CR@B Shell: Don't let the crude stop-motion animation fool you – a whole heap of time, effort, love, thought and passion has gone in to crafting Robot Chicken: Star Wars Episode III; it's just a shame that the parodies are beginning to wear a little thin after three increasingly longer specials. The farce is still with this one, it's just not as strong as it once was.
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