To Bee or Not To Bumblebee
I've been getting quite a lot of off-the-blog comments about the last post regarding the Transformers movie that we recently watched. And I’ve read some reviews and seen some interviews. Most of them liked it a lot and there are some who like it not.
Then there are the fanatics, the hardcore, the purists who said that Michael Bay has ruined their childhood. Right. You see, if they wanted the purest form of anything, they shouldn't really watch anything else but the first series. Or maybe a documentary. Not just for Transformers, of ANYTHING. If a book was made before the movie, don't watch it. Chances are, that really cool line that the character said on page 52? They didn't put that in the movie. And if a TV series happened before the movie? Don't watch it. That commercial immediately after the most dramatic scene? Not in the movie! Or if maybe a graphic novel came before the movie version, don't watch the movie, man! They probably couldn't get the exact RGB combination for the underwear the hero had on in the comics. It might actually be cyan or teal and not really periwinkle blue. It’s a MOVIE. They “make-up-stuff”. The use their “imagination”. It could be called “creativity”. You can even make your own version of it if nothing satisfies you. But for gawdsake, man! Don’t ruin it for everybody else who aren’t made up of as much sunshine and rainbows as you are.
And guess what, Michael Bay couldn't have ruined your childhood just by making Bumblebee a Camaro. The bullies in your school who pulled your underwear up over your head could've done it. A drug addict parent could definitely do it. A childhood lived in poverty spending cold, wet nights living under the bridge could ruin a childhood. Not having enough money to eat three meals a day much less go to school could put a real dent on a child’s life. A TRANSFORMERS MOVIE DOES NOT DO THAT. Only you can do that to yourself.
Anyway, just got a bit worked up at reading reviews on the net and getting comments. This would be my two cents worth. This being my blog and all, I am entitled to do that now and again. If anyone disagrees, as is bound to happen sooner or later, you can simply leave a comment, email me, or if that just isn't enough space to bitch around, MAKE YOUR OWN BLOG.
Just to give you an idea of how much she liked it, Angela is currently jumping off the window sill on to a chair going "ala-wala-lala" ending off in a fighting stance. She declares that she is a robot and so I assume that she is an Autobot (Optimus Prime I think). This is a good thing because maybe now I can be Bumblebee instead of being Mr. Wil Turner to her Captain Jack Sparrow impression.
