Why did I see the new TRANSFORMERS you might ask? I was begged by a friend to accompany him to the screening. Repeatedly. I caved. As I walked into the always-freezing big theatre at Paramount, armed with sweatshirts and lap robes, I settled into the dark. For the next two and a half hours, I was bombarded by the noise of the sound of the movie, and endless battles between some machines. Along the way I spotted Frances McDormand (and felt sorry for her, but then I thought she was probably happy with the check she received), Josh Duhamel, and Shia LaBoeuf. Why does anyone put Shia in action movies? He has no shoulders. For frosting, we were introduced to Rosie Huntington-Whitely, who was absolutely fine. The reviewers are ripping her apart because she's an easy target. Get those chips of your shoulders (at least you have shoulders.)
You know what? For two and a half hours I enjoyed myself. I escaped from our troubled world. Did I understand the plot? Sort of. Did I care? No. I had a good time.