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The plot of Transformers 3 transports one back to the Cold War days NO, not again. Two parts were bad enough but why the third named Transformers: Dark of the Moon aka Transformers 3. Since Michael Bay knocks "Side" off the title, you’d think he’d be precise but no he goes on and on forever with probably the longest climax in Hollywood history. For the record, the autobats (Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Ratchet, Ironside and Co.) are back to take on the Decepticons to avenge their defeat in Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. And old pal Sam Witwicky (Shia La Beouf) is still around, jobless and dependent on girlfriend Carly (Rosie Huntington-Whiteley) but waiting for a call to save the earth from disaster as it often does in Transformers. Give me Michael Bay of The Rock fame any day. That mid-1990s escape adventure set in Alcatraz had Sean Connery and Nicholas Cage in the lead roles and what a thriller it was! (Heroine Megan Fox is believed to have called Bay a Hitler and in the process lost the part to newcomer and debutant Rosie Huntington-Whiteley). But then, the market forces make a pitch for inter-terrestrial entertainment. But why do these outer space creatures have to be so inanimate, robot-like giants. Given shades of humanity, it would have been easier to gel with them. Sam tries hard to keep his girlfriend Carly, who is being wooed by her accountant-boss Dylan (Patrick Dempsy), who has a yen for fast automobiles. There is no dearth of cameos which include former Oscar winner Frances McDormand and Asian-American Ken Jeong, to give the Asian community representation like they did to the Blacks in the days gone by. Even arch villain John Malcovich is in a minimal part. Oh yes, the plot takes us back to past and we have live footage of the events but liberties are taken. There is a new take on the Chernobyl disaster and we are back to the old Cold War that has fuelled countless Hollywood dramas. I’m not so sure how effective the 3D is but, at times, I just took the glasses off with no difference. Well, it was action for action’s sake, though I did enjoy the bar of music in which Debbie Boon sang "You light up my life," and finally when the heroine plucks up enough courage to call one of the monsters a bitch. But otherwise it is all
slam-bang alagazam till the fat lady sings, even if she does not come
at all. One word that describes La Beouf’s performance is
enthusiastic but Rosie Huntington-Whiteley is only ornamental. No
prizes for guessing the end which comes as a great relief. No more
please, Mr Bay.
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