Transformers: La venganza de los caídos

¡¿La falta de gusto y sentido de la proporción de Michael Bay en el mundo mágico y refinado de los primeros Transformers!¿ Los transformadores están experimentando un cambio similar al de Dos policías rebeldes. El toque de Spielberg ha desaparecido y Bay se ha vuelto rebelde. La primera película fue genial gracias a varios aspectos agradables y bien proporcionados: la celebración visual de la belleza de Megan Fox, las chispas entre ella y el tímido Shia, el conocer poco a poco a los geniales robots, cada uno de los cuales tenía su lugar en el guión, evocando asombro y simpatía. La película no se precipitó en ningún momento, disfruté de cada escena y lo único que la debilitó un poco fue el caos de la acción final. En la segunda película, Megan y Shia (en acciones igualmente caóticas) se limitan a evitar las explosiones y el humor se basa en escenas como aquella en la que un pequeño robot joroba la bota de Megan como un perro (!). Los robots están literalmente desaprovechados, su potencial de individualismo está enterrado, algunos son incluso molestos (los «gemelos» que acompañan a los protagonistas). Y cuando por fin un robot se emociona, es destronado por sus grandes testículos de acero, desde debajo de los cuales John Turturro llama por radio al Cuerpo de Marines (!!!). Esta no es la dirección en la que quería ver a Transformers. Por no hablar de la fragmentación general del guión, en el que la trama es sólo un delgado hilo para una constante orgía de acción que simplemente NO PUEDE satisfacer después de dos horas... (19.06.2009)

Michael Bay realmente hizo explotar todo lo que pudo, mucha acción, disparos, explosiones y un toque de humor con el buen antiguo equipo. No es excelente ni realmente malo. Veo Transformers como un cuento de hadas para adolescentes y adultos como una escapatoria de la aplastante realidad. Sentarse en el cine durante dos horas y media y dejarse atrapar en el mundo de Bay... (12.08.2009)

Bay likes to escalate. This means that the second film is bigger, more explosive, more infantile, stupider, more lobotomized... maybe a little funnier. Roberto Orci and Alex Kurtzman used most of their intelligent ideas in the Star Trek prequel script, so in this Hasbro mishmash they have no choice but to dilute the really demented plot with decent gags and self-parodying one-liners. Which is nice - otherwise Revenge of the Tinsmiths would seem really unbearable to me. Even so, watching two and a half hours of destruction, confusing action and rushing concrete mixers is a solid impact on the nervous system. Especially because, compared to the first film, it's no longer ballbusting - it's hackneyed. The moment of surprise is there, so we get Emmerich's recipe "if you don't know what to do, blow up as much of the world's ropes as possible". At the end, the divine Michael Bay prepared his much-loved pathos in a raw state for me, for which I thank him and send him a tin kiss. I know that Michael Bay lovers will be drooling with happiness, but for a viewer, who, in addition to a ton of steel armor, also likes a little bit of thought put into things, this year's blockbuster is Star Trek. And that won’t change no matter what Michael Bay does. (19.06.2009)

Michael Bay has transformed himself into his own genre, where he has made his own rules that physics, logic, and even Spielberg himself cannot affect. On the other hand, no one else has such perfectly stitched visuals with slow-motion shots of the characters' hellishly serious faces, military formations, and the setting sun with heroic music blaring. It’s off the rails, without a drop of judgment and a sense of calm. And with the overblown runtime, it hits the viewer with the vigor of a little cheeky brat whose rich parents bought him a lot of toys from Hasbro and he doesn't know what to do with them out of mischief. So there are explosions everywhere and in between all this we have Shia and Megan, who just happen to look good again. I admit that I have probably never felt so awkward after leaving the movie theater for having actually liked this. But I don't want to see it a second time, not without the assistance of the big screen. PS: Even after a second viewing, it's still surprisingly entertaining. In a perversely demented way, but it's fun. :) (23.06.2009)

100% concentrate of one artist. From another director, I would love it, but this Bay… and I can only take him dissolved. Everything bangs, everyone is gorgeous, everyone is American… and then the humour, the humour!!! Horny dogs, a stoned mum, moron robot twins… Two stars for the special effects, otherwise it’s rubbish. (15.08.2011)