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Contact Us,Believe it or not, during Transformers: Age of Extinction, Michael Bay fourth rattling of the toy box, I felt one moment of near transcendence. Three fourths of the way through the punishing 165 minute runtime fifteen minutes after my seatmate took off her 3 D glasses in exhaustion brain left my body, crying out as it fled, could a space robot riding a fire breathing metal T. It begins with thrilling stupidity, the 65 million years late revelation that the dinosaurs were murdered by evil cheeseburger shaped spaceships from a civilization that built their own car shaped society from their bones, the literalization of fossil fuels. From there, Age of Extinction gets even more moronic and metaphorical.
The events of the third film, in which Shia LaBeouf saved Chicago (fragments of it, at least) from Megatron, have become in this sequel America new 9/11. Thirteen hundred civilians died that day, a rare instance of a movie giving a body count for the usual city destroying smash em ups. LaBeouf could be dead, too, for all we know. In his stead, we have Mark Wahlberg as a single dad and small town inventor named Cade, who lives in a Disneyland version of Texas with his 17 year old daughter, Tessa (Nicola Peltz), one of those long limbed, snub nosed Southern girls shellacked with terrible pink lipstick. He the broken Autobot hero as Optimus later proves perfectly able to regenerate his entire body, even sprouting new chrome exhaust pipes even after that kindness causes the CIA to smash up his home and force the family to flee for their lives, frequently halts the plot to keep his daughter from kissing. Pops, get it together. Meanwhile, Bay zooms in so tight on Peltz booty shorts, you expect Wahlberg to punch the camera. When Tessa older boyfriend Shane (Jack Reynor), a Red Bull race car driver, whips out a photocopy of a Texas statute giving him the legal okay to paw a 17 year old girlfriend, it as if Bay is extending the court blessing to himself, the audience, and the extraterrestrial that wraps his 4 foot long tongue around Peltz thigh.
Bay jailbait lust is the most honest thing in the movie, which otherwise mixes lowbrow thrills with high minded, but logically nonsensical, political parallels. His War on Terror allegory is just a feint at depth. When a government baddy refers to the Autobots as combatants here illegally, we supposed to nod as if we understand the allusion.
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Bay fake politics mean the film can be a romp, yet talk lives cheap. Age of Extinction is reckless with casualties. Once again, civilians in sedans just trying to drive home get kicked around like cans. During an urban car chase crowded by pedestrians,
one of the heroes heroes! in frustration, run over them! Later, an enemy explains that he fights the Transformers because his sister died in Chicago, but how can her death have weight when the film treats humans so disposably? And it not just the extras. When Bay offs an obnoxious character in the first act, one person in the audience burst into thankful applause. But then the camera lingers over the smoking corpse as if daring us to cry.
The script by Ehren Kruger isn written so much as it is soldered. No one goes to a Transformers movie for the plot, so then why overwhelm us with more than 2 1/2 hours of it, especially one that doesn even make sense? The movie crammed with useless nuts and bolts, the storytelling the equivalent of a mechanic who lifts the hood of your car and says, everything, fix it yourself. Not even the fights have thrills. Optimus idea of a catchphrase is the blunt, I am! A more verbose Autobot, a WWII era loudmouth voiced by John Goodman, delivers such zinging one liners as that bitch dead. Bay can take a big Gone With the Wind sunset and make it even sunset ier, but his eternal battle scenes are still grimly monochromatic. Occasionally, he gets it right. There a slow motion shot in which a tire runs over a goon face so crisply that you can see the saliva hurtle from his mouth, and only Bay can make a glass skyscraper shattering into shards sound like a million bucks (which it probably cost). But for a film so synthetic and expensive that it could put any insane fantasy on screen, Age of Extinction has a tawdry lack of imagination. A key plotline involves a Steve Jobs engineer named Josh (Stanley Tucci) who using the Transformers metal to create a device that could literally shape shift into anything. With such great power at his fingertips, he whips up a Beats by Dre Bluetooth speaker, currently retailing for $199.95. Commercialism is to be expected in a franchise predicated on the fact that a mighty, mutating space alien can think of no greater thing to be than a Chevy. Still, that Josh goes on to use smelted Transformers to simply manufacture other, soulless Transformers feels like a waste because the premise is so silly, Bay should have gone all the way and given them an evil pink Lyft mustache.
Bay does brave a daring new standard in product placement. He doesn just show a Bud Light truck wrecks it, scatters beer bottles across the road, and then has Mark pick one up and take a swig. It so calculated, it gets a knowing laugh, as if the audience is relieved that at least there one joke that doesn insult their intelligence. Later, when the robot brawl relocates to Hong Kong, Bay flatters the increasingly important Chinese ticket buyers by paying them his two biggest compliments: first, that they have a city worth destroying, and second, that he linger on their own local juice boxes and water bottles, whose brand names Western viewers can even read. Thus having fulfilled its primary obligations to commerce over creativity, Transformers: Age of Extinction ends the way you knew it would all along: with six cornball speeches, the threat of a sequel,
and a headache.