Friday, June 29, 2007

Freedom is the right of all sentient beings

Transformers (2007) is a Michael Bay film, which isn't saying much in terms of quality. It means plot holes and cheesy acting and over-the-top explosions and action scenes. While the film has all that, it also has a saving grace in the form of giant robots turning into stuff and beating the shit out of each other in the middle of the city. The logic holes and lazy plotting will take a back seat to the sight of the Autobots revealing themselves to Spike and Spike, in turn, introducing them to government agents. [If you've ever been nine years old, you've probably dreamt of saying “This is my friend, Optimus Prime” at least once.]


The actors are fine. Batman Begins being the exception, no one really goes to summer blockbusters expecting stellar acting. Shia Le Bouf is convincing as a nerdy kid with charm, while the hotness that is Megan Fox succeeds at being sexy while not being purely eye candy. Props to John Turturro as head of Sector 7 for providing the right amount of ham this side of William Shatner.


Production design is stunning; the robots actually look alien and believable as mechanical warriors. The only real complaint is that, aside from Prime, Bumblebee, and the hacker Decepticon (who had a lot of screentime), the robots can't be told apart in a fight scene.


And boy those fight scenes were fantastic. The Transformers have their own martial art (bot-fu?) that looks like it's based on momentum. Ironhide, for example, would drive fast, jump and transform in mid-air, and execute parkour-type moves while hitting the enemy. Starscream taking out an F-22 squadron alone is worth the price of admission.


But while the action should be over the top, small, character moments need to be handled with a bit more restraint; something that Bay needs to invest in. The small moments are punctuated by an annoying score that is just a shade better than a laugh track. It redeems itself, though, with the faint strains of the Transformers G1 theme that you barely notice.


Writing is where this film fails, although I'm not placing the blame squarely on Kurtzman and Orci's shoulders. Big-budget blockbuster scripts are hacked by script doctors mercilessly (just look at the sorry mess that was “Gladiator”) to accommodate scenes and actors and lines.


The idea of placing Spike at the center of the story is a good decision, giving the film a relatable main character (with a hero's journey) to hook the story on. And while the part where Bumblebee “befriends” him is a tad too long/slow (bring on the fighting robots, Bay), the courtship scene aided by an intelligent car radio saves it from being too mundane. (That and the bug's car freshener)


The film missed a great opportunity, though, by not including a scene where the soldiers (Lennox's Spec Ops team and Prime's Autobots) bond. Comrades-in-arms makes for a decent plotline and will have given the other bots more screen time. It was practically set up already as the Autobots here were not the large-ish army of the cartoon but a small infiltration squad, much like Josh Duhamel's team. The hacker subplot could've been done away with to little detriment to accommodate this. But I'll take what I can.


As with any summer film, there are scenes to watch out for. Keep your eyes peeled for Bumblebee dissing a VW Beetle, a squad of Autobots hiding in Spike's front lawn, Prime commanding them to “roll out,” and “One shall stand, one shall fall” among others.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

One shall stand, one shall fall

I saw it for the big-ass robots beating the crap out of each other. I got what I expected. Of course it could be better, way better (any Michael Bay film is)

The good:
- The best lines from the movie and the series were all there.
- Bot-Fu. No clunky banging here, these things can fight.
- Optimus Prime. I gave an audible man-squee in a packed theater.
- Bee-otch

The bad:
- Amateurish score. Each moment is emphasized by some musical cue, like the audience were idiots.
- Too many lame jokes.
- They fly through space by themselves?

The ugly:
- The Secretary of Defense and the head of a covert agency automatically defer to Spike and a Special Ops commander?

The weird:
- Spike gets the girl and they make out on top of Bumblebee. Does that make it a threesome?

Monday, June 25, 2007

Library Thing

You may have noticed the thingy on my sidebar that says "Random Books from My Library." That widget is from Library Thing, which is the coolest thing on the intertubes, if your definition of cool happens to be cataloging your book collection online and having other people view them.

I've tried for years to make a project out of compiling a database for my (and my brother's) books but interest has always petered out. Last year I was about to nick some library software from some students' thesis (it was either that or study MS Access, which I'm too lazy to do) when Neil Gaiman posted about LT in his blog. I tried it out and have been a Thingamabrarian since.

Of course, not all of our books are listed. What's on there right now is what's in plain sight at home, as well as those I remember purchasing. There are hundreds more packed in cardboard boxes hidden under beds and in cabinets.

Which leads to a dilemma: do I catalog each and every "Choose Your Own Adventure" or "Hardy Boys" book I own? Should I include ebooks? The Baen Books CD I got from my purchase of "War of Honor" contains the first two books of each of their series, which is about 50 more books I technically own. Or how about those books that were obtained through not-so-legal means? Do I list down all the stuff I xeroxed back in college as well as the ones I've downloaded recently? Stolen or not, they're still part of my library.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Marketing pointers

Now I know where to take my marketing class on our field trip.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Thursday, June 14, 2007

ZZZ June 15

There are always people who decide at the last minute. In case you have nothing to do tomorrow night and decide to catch the show, just look for me at the theater lobby around 7pm or so. I'll be in a trenchcoat scalping tickets.

Just kidding. I don't have a trenchcoat.

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Yes, it's THAT ugly

Well, if the point was to attract attention and stir controversy, then the 2012 London Olympics logo is a success. What looks like a decent logo that was dropped on the floor (quintessential British teeth?) is actually stylized numbers (2012) in hot pink. When rendered as flashy animation, it is said to cause seizures, like those old Pokemon cartoons.

I think it looks like Lisa Simpson giving head.

Look for the link to the mp3 of the BBC radio interview with designers Jessica Helfland and Adrian Shaugnessy on the logo here.

Monday, June 04, 2007

Literally

Almost every writer has a pet peeve regarding grammar or the proper use of words. Years ago I wrote something (several things, I think) about the use of "in fairness," which infested Philippine media then.

Now I discovered a blog about the misuse of the word "literally." Literally, A Web Blog is a site (a web blog, literally) that tracks down such errors in media, usually with a corresponding silly illustration or Photoshopped graphic.

The abuses are unbelievable. Sometimes people use "literally" to mean the exact opposite. They really meant to say "figuratively" or "metaphorically" but are probably too stupid or lazy to look up the word so they say "literally." "Literarily" is probably better (and what some of them really meant to say); I'm just not sure if it's a real word or if that is the proper use for it.

Thanks to Orac for the link. Writers, bookmark this site and try to contribute if you spot anything. I don't know how effective it'll be in improving grammar in general, but at least we'll get a hearty laugh out of it, literally.

Saturday, June 02, 2007

Embracing Celebrity

If you have no idea who Allison Stokke is (before the Washington Post article, that is) then good for you. You're not one of those people who frequent blogs that exchange photos of hot teens. Not that there's anything wrong with that. In this digital age, any image that touches cyberspace is fair game. And if it's a post like this, which doesn't go overboard with the horny and calls attention to her athletic and academic achievements, then it's cool. They're just admiring her.

But Stokke doesn't want the attention. Unlike Paris Hilton wannabees her age who desperately want to be noticed, she just wants to be left alone. But that doesn't seem to be an option now. With close to 700,000 hits on a simple Google search (I clock at 239), her pictures have made her a minor internet sensation. The fact that, unlike Tila Tequila, she isn't skanking it up for the cameras just makes her even hotter.

Like Alyssa Milano years ago, she wants some degree of control over what appears about her online. Unlike Milano though, her photos aren't doctored and were taken during public events. So instead of going all legal on the websites, she goes on a PR offensive, getting published in the Post and appearing in Fox News.

Which, I think, is the proper way to deal with these things. The first thing her PR counselor probably told her is that her identity is already out there. She's a winning athlete, a model student, and beautiful to boot. Unless she decides to live in a mountain somewhere, she will get exposed to media. So the best option she has is to plan ahead and try and exercise some influence over what goes on in the press. In other words, embrace celebrity and manage your public appearances.

And that's a good thing. There is a dearth of positive role models out there for girls. An authentic athletic and academic achiever glorified by the alternative media serves to counterbalance all those damaged socialites shown in print and TV getting wasted all the time. If anyone deserves to shine, she does.