tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34379207.post-18393963126785306302007-05-21T00:26:00.000-07:002007-05-21T01:01:48.436-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZUbJ3t3Wutw/RlFKKkJaMdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aRHKaQyGNq4/s1600-h/000463508630.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066912601130807762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZUbJ3t3Wutw/RlFKKkJaMdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aRHKaQyGNq4/s400/000463508630.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I'll admit it.</div><div> </div><div>I caved. I tried to hold out as long as I could. I said all the right things that a film-educated artisan of the movie industry was supposed to say. Michael Bay will just glitz it up,...it'll be all frosting and no cake, the dialogue will be trite and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">schmaltzy</span>, the "humor" will be weak,...the designs are largely <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">preposterous</span>, Bumblebee is not a classic <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">VW</span> Beetle, what the f**k is up with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Megatron</span>? Why isn't he a gun? Or at the very least, a plasma cannon or<strong> something</strong>?</div><div> </div><div>But then,......then I saw the new trailer,....and it had more shots of the robots, like <em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Starscream</span> </em>transforming in mid-air and stomping onto a pile of cars.....and I got an eye twitch.</div><div> </div><div>And then <em>Bumblebee</em> transformed and stood up into scene and my eyebrows, (well, eye<strong>brow</strong>, really), went straight up, and finally,....<em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Optimus</span> Prime</em> showed up and as he transformed from eighteen wheeler to battle robot mode, they hooked every one of the little boys residing inside the men watching this trailer in that theatre right in our hearts.</div><div> </div><div>Because when <em>Prime</em> transformed,.....he made,..."the sound".</div><div> </div><div><strong>The SOUND</strong>. </div><div> </div><div>And by sound I mean the one I don't have to explain to the fans out there but for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">un</span>-initiated, it's that glorious richly modulated series of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ratchetings</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">clickings</span> that accompanies an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Autobot</span> or a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Decepticon</span> when they're doing their thing. </div><div> </div><div>It's a call to battle, a warning bell, and an "I am coming to kick the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">energon</span> out of your tailpipe" all rolled into one!</div><div> </div><div>The <strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Choo</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">choo</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">chaaah</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">chaaah</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">choo</span>!</strong> sound that accompanied any one of us with a <em>Jazz or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Wheeljack</span> or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">soundwave</span></em> in our hands as we desperately rushed to finish transforming the thing before we stopped making the sound.</div><div> </div><div>With that one sound, it told me that Michael Bay knows everything he needs to know about making this film a hit. He's putting in all the little things that he knows are so big to our generation exactly where they should be and he knows what they are and when to hit you with em'.</div><div> </div><div>That's why when I saw that,.....the little twelve year old me came shuffling in, right shoe untied and with a box of <em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Lemonheads</span></em> in his back pocket, and he kicked that cinematic soapbox right out from under me.</div><div> </div><div>I came crashing to the ground and landed painfully on my shoulder but before I could pick myself up or regain composure, he grabbed me by the ears and simply said, "Opening day, July fourth." (except fourth sounded like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">fawth</span> because the twelve year old me still has a Lynn/Boston accent), and he wandered off to make<em> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Megatron</span></em> out of <em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Legos</span>.</em></div><em></em><br /><p>So, my wiser me has shown me the light and apparently I have resigned myself to going to see this movie and loving every minute of it,....warts and all.</p><p><em>"Freedom is the right of all sentient beings"-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Optimus</span> Prime; leader of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Autobots</span>. :)</em></p><em><br /></em>Fighting Irishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01523450905318187384noreply@blogger.com