So maybe we all can just agree to disagree about Transformers. The critical establishment collectively agreed to give Michael Bay the benefit of the doubt with 2011’s Transformers: Dark of the Moon, which earned semi-decent reviews mainly because it was less obnoxiously worse than Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. But Trans4mers led that same critical establishment into hilarious paroxysms of scathing invective. (EW‘s own Chris Nashawaty called it “numbing, exhausting, and migraine-inducing.”) Predictably, the movie made $100 million over the weekend.
Bad movies have made a lot of money since forever. There’s a generation of young-dude moviegoers who have been raised on Transformers and probably love it—a situation which we can only resolve by doing a better job of training the next generation to enjoy movies about actual human beings. And in fairness, there’s an argument to be made for Michael Bay’s incoherent beer-commercial dude-fascism. It’s possible that future generations will revere him as a genius, sort of like how those skinless mutants in Beneath the Planet of the Apes made a god out of an atomic bomb. READ FULL STORY