June 25th, 2009

The new Transformers movie is a tremendous piece of Epic Nonsense. It’s grandiose, strainingly adherent to its evanescent internal precepts, and full of enough metaphorical signifiers to choke Derrida, but holds together about as well as a birdseed snowball. I’m not sure if I enjoyed it, or was simply battered into submitting to its domination of my senses: when I exited the E-Walk 42nd Street Theater into Times Square, the environment felt reserved and coherent in contrast. After sleeping off my T.F. intoxication, I have three main takeaways as to what this movie is “about”: Continue