As you may recall, I was eagerly awaiting delivery of The Transformers dvd from my new best friends at Netflix (They will send you movies. To your house. As many as you can watch. For one low price!).
Well, it finally got here the other evening and I’ve watched it twice now.
If I had to do a two word review of the movie, it would be this: Awe. Some. Or: Holy. Fuck.
I watched it the first time by myself. I had to pee at least 6 times while I was watching it. Ha, it’s a new movie rating system. Intensity: 6 out of 6 pees. In contrast, Sleepless in Seattle is a 2 pee-er. See how it works?
Anyway. Yes, you should watch it. Especially if you’ve ever been a Transformers fan. Although, my 17 year old daughter was never a fan of the cartoon (I had to explain to her about Auto-Bots and Decepticons), and she was totally sucked into the movie. She has a little crush on BumbleBee the Camaro. Which is sweet with a dash of disturbing.
Yes, I really am a thirty-*mumble-mumble* year old wife, mother, and red-hot babe. I don’t care if it makes me look like a big old loser, I loved this movie.
And if you refuse to watch it because it was a kids’ cartoon, it’s your loss. It’s ok to be a little immature and enthusiastic and willing to suspend disbelief for awhile.
Now, if I was really immature, I would tell y’all how I want to have Optimus Prime’s baby. I don’t feel that way at all. For one thing, you could never get the kid through security at the airport.
He is hot, though. All that nobility and shining chrome. It’s enough to turn a girl’s head.