Michael Bay

I am completely disinterested in this article, except for its stellar heading:
    Michael Bay May Yet Cause the Apocalypse
It harkens back to Walter Chaw's scathing X3 review:
    Without a sense of weight, the references in the piece to genocide and The Holocaust ("Ink shall never again touch my skin!" says Ian McKellen's Magneto) become pure, laggard exploitation in the service of a sub-par superhero action film that shows its true colours time and again in its hatred of women ("Hell hath no fury!") and loathing of female sexuality, as well as in its flat-eyed regard of children trying to hasp off their wings while their fathers attempt to break down the bathroom door. It's Michael Bay's Schindler's List: a reptilian populist, at ease with the slick and facile, has been asked to take the reins of a project that, for whatever its crimes of pacing and exposition, had in its Bryan Singer-helmed episodes the good sense not to kick over ant piles it wasn't prepared to contain.
I would feel bad for Ratner and Bay, if only they weren't so deserving of a kick in the balls.


maggiemay said...

It's been a month! I'm bored. I need entertainment on my late Thurday nights. BLOG ALREADY!!!

linguo said...

One avid fan's chastisement should be enough. Don't make me pile on sir. ...Sir!