You’ll hear many people say they don’t watch action films for the story. That’s never been truer than in the case of the third and final (not likely, let’s face it) instalment of the Transformers series. Convinced that audiences want more than two and a half hours of robots-changing-into-vehicles-and-fighting-each-other, the filmmakers attempt to shoehorn in some vague semblance of a storyline with the intention of creating a well-rounded experience. More
Well, Michael Bay and his team needn’t have bothered. Nobody cares anymore about what Shia LaBeouf and his excessively plastic girlfriend are up to, and sitting through shabbily edited montages of job interviews, for example, feels like we’re wasting time. Despite small appearances from good actors (John Turturro, John Malkovich, Frances McDormand, Ken Jeong), the human-heavy exposition part of the movie (the whole first half, essentially) might put you to sleep.
So set your alarm and wake up with about an hour to go. This is the part you really want to see. The lengthy last section feels like it just keeps going and going; the action becoming more elaborate and eye-popping, always outdoing itself. The spectacle is insane and the work done by the visual effects team is staggering. IMAX 3D is worth every penny if you’re in Auckland; anywhere else and you’ll still want to see this on the biggest screen you can.
The movie is a huge improvement on Part II, which I reviewed as lazy. I felt satisfied after watching this trilogy-capper. Despite being bored stiff in the early stages, the sheer visual audacity of the climactic destruction really lifts the bar for 3D action. Hide