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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, 17 January 2011

Simply Irritating

DVD Review: WHEN IN ROME
PG – 87mins – 2010
Written by: David Diamond and David Weissman
Directed by: Mark Steven Johnson
Starring: Kristen Bell, Josh Duhamel, Will Arnett, Jon Heder, Dax Shepard, Danny Devito, Alexis Dziena, Kate Micucci, Bobby Moynihan, Anjelica Huston

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Unclouded by my unrequited teenage crush on Sarah Michelle Gellar, I can now truly appreciate how god-awful her whimsical 1999 romantic comedy Simply Irresistible is. A magical crab (no relation!!) enchants a struggling chef's culinary concoctions, charming the taste buds of a handsome big-shot executive, who hires her to cater an upcoming reception. Seriously, what the shell Buffy?!

Eleven years later and deja vu strikes: Kristen "Sarah Marshall" Bell, another adorable blonde kick ass Hollywood starlet who made her name in an iconic small screen role (Veronica Mars), has gone ahead and made a similarly flaky filmic faux pas. When In Rome is a woe-mantic chuckler showered in a sickly fantastical glaze.

Bell plays Beth Martin, an impossibly-still-single Guggenheim art curator who's married to her job after one too many dating disasters. That is until a trip to the city of lurrrrrrrve for her little sister's (Alexis Dziena) shotgun wedding leads a drunken and despairing Beth to pick coins from the "fountain of love" and consequently be hounded by the obsessively irrepressible suitors whose “wish for happiness” she has nabbed and now keeps in an ornamental bowl in her living room.

Will Arnett, Jon Heder, Dax Shepard and Danny Devito play the quintet of loser-droolers who follow Beth back home to NYC for a chance at her heart. They're all freakishly bizarre, unrealistically over-stylised and totally dislikeable, all except for suitor number five, that is: the charming and chiselled Nick Beamon (Josh Transformers Duhamel), who just so happens to be embarrassingly clumsy. I'm not entirely sure why, it certainly doesn't work if it's for comedic effect. There's no question of who Beth will fall for, but does Nick really love our cold-hearted curator, or is he spellbound until his coin is returned to the Roman fountain?

I know When In Rome isn't meant to be a taxing, head-scratching mystery, an epic love affair for the ages or a deep social satire of our times; not every film ever made has to be a masterclass in Oscar-baiting glory. Some films are simply made to entertain. Regrettably, When in Rome fails even at that: a lightweight and cutesy rom-com it may be, but I can't image even the easiest-to-please tweenager would be bewitched by this lame turkey of a misfire. Learn from my young and deluded ways, CR@B fans: no matter how easy on the eye the lead pair may be, this film is not simply irresistible

The “comedy” is juvenile and over-egged (Beth being unable to smash a ceremonial vase at the wedding; Nick's farcical bungling; an Italian mini being driven indoors like friggin' Brum!), the plot is achingly generic (one look at the poster/DVD cover-art will save you 87mins of your life) and the stereotypical characters so blatantly geared towards learning moralistic lessons that the whole thing feels excruciatingly contrived.


In a CR@B Shell: Ditzy, mawkish and so awkwardly unnatural that you're more likely to heave than fawn over this saccharine-sweet disaster. When in Rome, do as the Roman's (and the level-headed cinema-goers of the world) did and avoid this terrible, terrible flop.
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