Bang-up fun
Shape-shifting robots fill ‘Transformers’ with almost nonstop action. What’s not to like?
By Chris Kaltenbach
Sun Movie Critic
Originally published July 2, 2007
Rating: B
More so than any movie in recent memory, Transformers insists that audiences just go with it. Do that, and you might be surprised how much fun you'll have. Resist, and this probably wasn't a wise filmgoing choice in the first place.
Opening tonight in some theaters and tomorrow everywhere else, the action flick has so much going for it - namely, the supremely cool spectacle of watching cars and trucks rearrange themselves into giant robots - that its very real problems are easy to overlook. And if you're lucky enough to be in a theater full of crazed Transformer fans, all the better. It's hard to imagine them demanding any more from a film about shape-shifting alien robots than what this one provides.
Of course, there will be viewers who can't get past the idea of a film inspired by a line of toys, who will laugh derisively at the "in association with Hasbro" line in the opening credits. They'll sigh at the realization that director Michael Bay (Armageddon, Pearl Harbor) has once again made a film that slavishly adheres to his own simplistic formula: The first half introduces us to a collection of stock characters (frequently, as here, including the president or other inspirational government official), while the second half throws them into chaotic battle against a common foe. These critics will complain that none of it makes much sense, that the jokes are often too obvious to be funny, that the action is pitched so high that it's often impossible to tell exactly who is fighting whom.
And they'll be right. But this is a movie about robots turning themselves into cars, for pity's sake. Citizen Kane, it isn't. But for 140 minutes in the dead of summer, it's a ton of dumb fun.
In stentorian tones, the opening narration tells of a great battle between good and evil that long ago tore apart the planet Cybertron; its lasting legacy is a cube known as the Allspark, which gives limitless power to whoever possesses it. The search for that cube has led to Earth, where the good-guy warriors from Cybertron (known as the Autobots) are destined for one final showdown against the bad-guy Decepticons.
Phew. Now, with that bit of leaden exposition out of the way, the movie can get down to business. And it does, in the deserts of Qatar, where the Decepticons go up against a squad of U.S. Marines; in the bowels of the Pentagon, where Secretary of Defense John Keller (John Voight) and brainy blond computer whiz Maggie Madsen (Rachael Taylor) try to figure out which enemy is attacking, aliens or North Koreans; and in a quiet suburban neighborhood, where nerdy, horny teenager Sam Witwicky (Shia LaBeouf) has no idea that his new car is really an Autobot named Bumblebee.
Alone among the human characters in Transformers, Witwicky makes an impression. In part, that's because he's given all the best lines. But mostly, the credit goes to LaBeouf's spirited performance. Historically, director Bay has never paid much attention to his actors, and it shows; to say most of them sleepwalk through their performances would be to shortchange somnambulists everywhere. But LaBeouf, bless him, forces life into Witwicky, refusing to let us pin him down or to let the movie's relentless action overwhelm him.
Although it works fine on the metallic robots, Mitchell Amundsen's harsh cinematography doesn't serve the film's human cast well. And much of the film's humor is of the clunky variety (another Bay trademark), as when a little child mistakes one of the Decepticons for the tooth fairy, or when the Autobots try to adopt street slang. Still, every once in a while, Bay and screenwriters Roberto Orci and Alex Kurtzman (whose last script was for Mission: Impossible III) pull off a good one - when Witwicky's astonished parents first meet his hottie new girlfriend, Mikaela (Megan Fox), for example, or when John Turturro shows up as an operative of the government's Sector Seven group, which has been dealing with Transformers since the Hoover presidency.
Once the battle between the Autobots and Decepticons is joined, however, every other consideration is thrown out the window. Bay doesn't worry much about character and could not care less about bon mots, but he knows the wanton destruction the little boy in all of us craves, and puts it onscreen with an almost joyous abandon. Sure, the action is hard to follow, but that doesn't make it any less infectious.
One doubts this movie will transform its audience into a new legion of Transformer fans; the whole thing is too giddy to be taken seriously and too much of a confection to leave much of a lasting impression. But for 140 minutes, at least, it should give non-fanboys at least an idea of what all the fuss is about.
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