By: Hawk Ripjaw –
Maybe someday I’ll do something more productive with my life than watch Akiva Goldsman-produced action movies.
Transformers: The Last Knight
Just earlier this week, our very own fearless Felix Felicis decided to binge all four Transformers movies split over two days. I respect that. I don’t even know how I could find the strength to do it. She convinced me to join her, but as luck would have it I was only able to rewatch the two worst of the series, Revenge of the Fallen and Age of Extinction (lucky me!). Together they were a powerful, sobering reminder that you don’t have to be drunk to make terrible decisions. Bound as we are to co-review every Transformers film, I will be joining Felix once again this weekend to co-review Bay’s alleged final Transformers film. While we have many more Transformers films to, uh, “look forward to,” this marks the end of an era filled with Linkin Park music, John Turturro acting like a jackass, a preoccupation with the female form that would make Rob Cohen blush, and multiple attempts to sweep continuity errors under the rug. So this should be fine, right? Right? Right? Right, guys? Right? Right? Right, guys? Guys?
I’ve put way too much thought into wondering why the font for the title has changed three times in the past three movies.
This is going to be terrible, isn’t it?