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Transformers 2

I was actually in the best possible frame of mind to live through this one. I saw it in IMAX at the science museum in Birmingham, where they were having a 21+ barbecue party with plenty of beer and caffeine and after-hours hopping around from exhibit to exhibit. (So much hopping that we were the last ones in the theater and had to fold ourselves into the second row and stare straight up the whole time.) We were all getting comfortably contorted right about the time it dawns that the piped-in music is a series of classic rock songs performed on a solo xylophone. You haven't known true bliss until you've heard a couple hundred rednecks belting along to "Livin' On A Prayer", accompanied by some dude on a marimba or some damn thing (and led in song by guess who).

I took almost nothing away of the actual film, which I'm pretty sure means some sort of coping mechanism kicked in around the time the hotter-than-Megan-Fox evil girl's TAIL came out, leaving me blissfully unaware to just remember a lovely evening of science and drankin' and clapping for buddies in Digital Domain.

Almost nothing except the evil Alien-looking robot who is suddenly and inexplicably and unnecessarily the big boss evil robot in place of Megatron calling baby Decepticons "hatchlings". That one stuck. Transformers 2: This summer, Robots. Lay. Eggs.

Posted by Nastinchka at June 28, 2009 02:51 PM