Transformers 3: El lado oscuro de la Luna

Otro fantástico evento de autopista que se está convirtiendo en la marca registrada del director más confiable. Los Marines, volando imponentemente siguiendo el modelo del vuelo de Hong Kong del Dark Ranger, y el infierno de acción final en Chicago son puro placer de acción. Esta vez, también inusualmente clara, para ser trabajo de Bay. Sin embargo, el resto del metraje, al menos la mitad de la película, no tiene humor, es aburrida y, a veces, más molesta que nunca. El personaje de Malkovich es una gran monstruosidad, y ver a Frances McDormand y John Turturro como hacen idiotas de sí mismos, eso ya es demasiado. ¿Y de qué mini producción de televisión sacaron a Patrick Dempsey y Rosie H.-W.? Megan, te echamos de menos. Estoy seguro que iré al infierno por darle a los terceros Transformers las mismas estrellas que a Melancolía de Trier, pero qué le voy a hacer. Michael Bay es una rata comercial talentosa, leal al ejército de los EE. UU., al gobierno de los EE. UU. y a corporaciones sin escrúpulos, y al mismo tiempo encarna la brillantez reluciente y la insuperabilidad técnica de Hollywood. Si le quitamos la cámara, ¿a quién vamos a odiar y admirar al mismo tiempo? (30.06.2011)

Una demostración perfecta de demencia absoluta que no tiene ningún sentido. Afortunadamente, esto no se ve por los diálogos o la lógica, sino por la masturbación informática tecnológica y la posibilidad de disfrutar de las escenas de acción, que vuelven a ser fantásticas. Los primeros veinte minutos son buenos, la última hora es una pasada, pero la hora de algodón que hay entre esas dos partes es totalmente aburrida. Así pues, el primer Transformers sigue siendo la mejor parte de la trilogía. (02.09.2011)

I will divide Transformers 3 into three parts: 1) the dialogues, 2) the action set pieces (the motorway and the skyscraper), and 3) the remaining filler. Thumbs up for 2), but for 1) and 3) Bay deserves to have his ass kicked. Otherwise, I hope that this third part puts an end to this insult to science fiction (yeah, I know, I don’t have to watch it, but as a sci-fi fan, I was again unable to listen to the warnings that said: “Don’t watch this bullshit!”). (29.12.2011)

Less Bay, more Emmerich, or else, out of the frying pan and into the fire. But still easily the best part of the trilogy. And, despite the first half, where there’s a lot of “face-making doubling as humor". But in the second, purely action half, Bay pulled himself together in terms of editing and shaky camera, left out all the “jokey" moments (not even the parents or Turturro get a look after the switch to Chicago) and rolls out one epic scene after another, or rather one hour-long scene. Which is paradoxically a big problem, because so much happens at once and non-stop, without any calmer interjections for a rest, that after a few (ten, twenty...) minutes, you can’t help getting fed up and stupefied. And that’s a shame, because more than one part deserves to be relished; particularly the escapades during the escape from the collapsing skyscraper. Again a confirmation of the hackneyed expression that less is often more. (29.06.2011)

The first major 3D contribution to world cinema: Michael Bay gave up the epileptic editing and the unbearable firing of detail. The action in T3, on the other hand, is often captured in one round-up, in slow motion, resulting in both a magnificent visual aspect and a well-moving camera. Moreover, with some relief, I must say that the unbearable fragmentation of the second film and the ridiculous attempt to turn the Transformers into a metaphysical myth have disappeared. The third film is a completely pure Bay film - the first part is still carried in the classic robot score, the second one gets a little rougher and serves up a Bay-style alien invasion. You won't find greater tricks far and wide, and by finally appreciating the director's ability to tame a giant screen thanks to the epic whole, it must appeal even to hardened skeptics. Everything else is more or less useless, although some of the sub-jokes are good and pave the way for the film to establish a reign of heavy-weight pathos. All those heroic ceilings, compositions with stars and stripes, and due to bad dubbing even guilty pleasure pathos. This is Bay how the mainstream needs it. The last of the Mohicans of high-budget idiocy, protector of clichés, destroyer of invention. I could give 4*, but when I think back on the amused smile and slightly dropped jaw from the visual, T3 is exactly the kind of blockbuster that makes me appreciate things like Thor or X-Men: First Class. With all due respect, Mr. Bay: *** (27.06.2011)