(1000+ posts) Thu Jun-30-11 04:14 PM
Original message "Transformers: Asshole" Zero Out Of Four Stars (Yes, It's Political...)
TRANSFORMERS: DARK OF THE MOON (2011)
ZERO STARS (out of four stars)
starring Shia LaBeouf, Josh Duhamel, John Turturro, Frances McDormand
screenplay by Ehren Kruger
directed by Sir Michael Bay
It starts, maybe, with the moment Frances McDormand, as an NSA bigwig, declares that evil alien robot Decepticons should pass through customs. No--earlier, when noble alien robot Autobots infiltrate some nameless Arab state to murder Arabs. It might begin when fucking asshole Michael Bay does a long tracking shot following--in 3-D!--the toned, tanned ass of impossible-looking Carly (Victoria's Secret model Rosie Huntington-Whiteley) as she climbs a flight of stairs to straddle her ugly mutt boyfriend Sam (Shia LaBeouf)--a pairing that at least in part explains the decades-long appeal of Ron Jeremy as a porn icon. Or maybe it's the extended profanity ("dick, asshole, clusterfuck, bitch, shit" in a long-playing loop), the wholesale and semi-graphic murder of innocents by both sides, the way the robots bleed in crimson arterial sprays in this PG-13 movie, that instigates the realization that Transformers: Dark of the Moon (hereafter Transformers: Asshole) is a new low watermark for Bay and this naughty-little-boy franchise that highlights Bay's misogyny, puerility, and imbecility for all the world to see. Better, it works as a fine illustration of how this industry of ours that I spend a lot of time defending is in bed completely with the Michael Bays of the world, who represent, I think, the money-making potential of any industry that consents to peddle vice and venality to children. Think of the cash a live-action hardcore porno based on the Barbie license would bring in. Let's get on that, Bay and Zack Snyder, and give out heroin with the purchase of a ticket while we're at it. The first one's free, little girl.
Perhaps it's time to have this conversation at some level of our culture that going into a movie deaf and blind to messages like "women are things" and "Arabs are evil" and "African-Americans are scairt" is exactly what Bay and his co-producer Steven Spielberg (for shame, man) want you to do, hope that you do, because imagine what would happen if anyone with any kind of infant moral compass were to notice that they've taken their 9-year-old to a movie this ugly and hateful. It's wrong to say that Transformers: Asshole is naïve when it blames Chernobyl on a gaggle of "what a country!" nitwit-niks trying to start up an Autobot power cell, wrong to believe that Bay's insistence on leering on every woman in the film except McDormand (whom he has John Turturro sexually harass during the closing credits anyway for an old-person rimshot) is innocent, upskirt-camera fun. No, the truth is that there's a method to this shit, a blueprint for dehumanizing every single person except Sam and his human archenemy McDreamy (Patrick Dempsey), making the near-levelling of Chicago the fallout of their sexual jealousy. This rivalry plays out against glowing steel phalluses employed in gibberish gobbledygook conjured by illiterate screenwriter Ehren Kruger to teleport a planet into Earth's atmosphere. And why would these robots want to smash their planet into Earth? Never mind, stop thinking. Thinking is pretentious, and Transformers: Asshole is good, all-American, Patriot Act and Internet-smut fun that will send your handsome white sons off to die in war, armed to the teeth with all the metal-fetish, extreme xenophobia, and sexual frustration this film can pump into them. It's war propaganda for the twenty-teens; the rape-justification is just Chantilly. Remember the girl getting an Autobot money-shot in the previous film? This time she gets threatened by a dozen tentacles that, prior to doing whatever it is they intend to do, play with her hair and smooth her cheek. No harm, no foul.
Transformers: Asshole also represents the end result of the criminal disrespect introduced by Forrest Gump way back when, allowing a genuine moron like Bay to digitally mess with actual historical figures and footage. It's like Sarah Palin's camp trying to change WIKIPEDIA after their mistress revealed her alternate history of Paul Revere. Here, Bay essays the Moon Landing and tosses a few bucks at the real Buzz Aldrin to make a cameo, not really understanding or caring about the effect this sort of thing has on the power and sanctity of American mythology. When we're accused of having no history, it's because of people like Bay and Palin, who, never having been blessed with curiosity, are curiously free of shame. The third or fourth film this year already to talk about a devastating alien invasion and the slaughter of its population (though the first to overtly try to pull said aliens into an immigration/terrorism allegory), Transformers: Asshole holds the distinction of being the first movie this year I'm actually ashamed of. In it, I recognize every failing of we the people, paraded before us as though they were virtues. The country represented by this film is bellicose and ignorant. Comparing the projected grosses of Transformers: Asshole and Tree of Life highlights just how clearly Bay and his legion see things as they really are. It's unspeakably depressing.