#bruckheimmer

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Can we talk about the end of the car chase for a moment? Why the hell did Michael Bay try to become a Zucker Brother? The stereotypical frail old woman? The wheelchair racing team? Man, I am honestly glad somebody eventually gave the guy a few hundred rendering stations and took away what approximated an imagination. Look, this is a Bay/Bruckheimmer joint. You know how it goes. Big scary menace. Bad guys. BOOM. Good guys. Tension. BOOM. Uh-oh. BOOM. Failed solution. BOOM OMG WILL IT WORK?!?!?!?! BOO—waaaait for it….OOOOOOOOOOOOM yaaaaaaaaaay. If you have testicles, they may flood with testosterone a few times. At least that’s the goal. Basically, it’s one of the most honest posters around. Do you like the cast? Do you like explosions? That’s the movie. There are also some supporting cast members but this is Bay. He could have made Olivier “guy with gun #3”. All I would caution you about is avoid watching this too close to any other Bay and/or Bruckheimmer films. Some ugly tactics like racial stereotyping become more apparent. Then there’s the whole thing with Bruckheimmer-Produced-Movie score déjà vu. It’s freaking weird hearing Pirates of the Carribean under Alcatraz.