I like Transformers. Really, I do. And not just that crazy movie where Shia LaBeouf randomly became, like, sixteen again and where Michael Bay decided to have a close-up orgy with all his fight scenes. I mean the whole Transformers universe. It’s awesome.
Awesomely hilarious.
Seriously, who the fuck thought that creating a race of gigantic robots/aliens that come from an industrial factory/planet was anything more than completely nonsensical? Even for kids, that's hard to swallow. Certainly was for me. I remember seeing Transformers on television when I was about six. All those colorful robots flying around their psychedelic machine-world, shooting lasers at each other and talking gibberish about Decepticons and Autobots. I thought it was lunacy. I actually remember thinking to myself, “Those Japs sure do come up with some crazy shit.” And, if you put to the side my unabashed racism and the fact that the most enduring concepts associated with Transformers were, in fact, American ideas, it’s not hard to see the truth in my juvenile potty-mouth.
Who’s going to be fooled by a robot that folds up into an 800 pound, 6 foot high cassette tape, anyway? Cassette tapes went out with Kid ’n Play.
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