Yes, the new Transformers movie looks terrible. We can all recognize that. But did milquetoast Star movie critic Robert Butler really have to boast about earning that dwindling McClatchy paycheck while studying the backs of his eyelids?
Something is seriously amiss when a movie as noisy and frenetic as “Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen” is so boring it puts you to sleep…
But I’m not ashamed to admit it: I think even I might have caught a few ZZZZs near the end of Michael Bay’s latest.
Okay, we can see maybe joking about falling asleep — but saying you’re “not ashamed to admit it”? Good god, man. Your paper is losing staffers left and right. Maybe it’s not the best time to be engaging in a bit of jocular braggadocio about your catnaps?
As expected, the local blogerati are abuzz with news of Butler’s REM cycle. Here’s hoping someone gets that man a Red Bull.
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To add insult to idiocy, the “Transformers” review appeared in the Star’s mutant-hybrid A/Local section among actual news stories like Iranian election updates. Because, you know, nothing else is happening in the world, so let’s fill the space with a movie review about giant toy robots. Two thumbs up, Star!
You know, it’s almost worth taking up the Star’s offer to write for them if I can sleep while doing it…
Glad to see your return, boys and girls.