When Transformers came out, we actually rather liked it. I mean, you have to turn off your brain entirely, but sometimes that’s just perfect for a hot summer afternoon. And okay, it was a little too much like a two hour long GM (or some car company, I forgot) advertisement, but well… overall brainless good fun. When we heard that there was going to be a sequel, we weren’t sure if we were going to see it, figuring, “Only if it gets good reviews or word-of-mouth or something.” Today I read Roger Ebert’s review. Totally damning! He calls it a “horrible experience of unbearable length” and says that “this isn’t a film so much as a toy tie-in.” It’s not that I read Ebert’s reviews always, although he is generally good, whether I agree with the review or not. Usually I just check Rotten Tomatoes, but I was browsing around and well, this one was so excellent. I’m going to guess the movie isn’t worth seeing, but the review is full of vitriolic splendor.
We did see Up finally this weekend, in 3D, which is the new popular thing, I guess. I don’t know if the 3D was a big deal to this movie — it was nice, but it didn’t particularly seem important. I would say that Coraline was a better experience in 3D than Up. I liked Up, I just think it would probably have been fine either way. Anyway, wow what a tearjerker! If you told me that Jodi Picoult or Nicholas Sparks or some other such writer wrote the original story, it wouldn’t’ve surprised me! I thought the movie was good though, especially the silent montage, which I cried through. I was warned, and I’m warning you now, all the people who read this who haven’t seen the movie (what is that, 0?), but honestly if you are at all prone to crying in a movie, well, you’ll probably bawl. So go watch, and bring tissue. By the way, Ebert liked it too.