With Michael Bay’s epic Transformers movie coming up, I’d like to take a look back at two classics of the 80s, which no doubt will have some influence on this production.
The first was the final film role of both Orson Welles, and Scatman Crothers. I film which brought together such other luminaries of film and television, such as actor/director/photographer Leonard Nimoy, television favorite Robert Stack, brat pack actor Judd Nelson, and the un-sum-up-able Eric Idle.
I am of course referring to the original “Transformers the Movie.” Seriously, I am.
I feel bad for Orson, as the last thing you want is to start with “Citizen Kane” and end with a 2 hour commercial, but he’s not the first person to be in that situation, and he won’t be the last. Also, better that than the classic guilty pleasure of “The Man Who Saw Tomorrow,” which is as relevant today as it was in the 80s… which is to say not at all, but I’m sure it bought 20 minutes worth of film for him to work on his still unfinished version of Don Quixote. And, on a side note, his last finished directing work was one of my two favorite films by the master, “F for Fake.” A film that is so pretentious, it goes past pretentiousness to self mockery, and then past that to pretentiousness squared. Highly recommend it.
I saw the original Transformers film in the theater. I owned the comic book limited series based on it. I owned Rodimus Prime. Yet, I can still look back at it and realize that, frankly, it’s not a very good movie. I mean, I still get goose-bumps whenever I hear “the Touch” by Stan Bush, but not the good kind, it’s actually the kind that comes before nausea. And, I would not sell my copy, unless someone has a really good offer.
But, the film is essentially a series of plot holes, around which interesting animation is arranged, followed by the discovery that a hot head whose heart is in the right place, is always the right person to be made leader — essentially meaning that experience does not matter. No matter how quickly this film takes me back to my favorite parts of childhood, that’s something I will never get around.
However, compared to “G.I. Joe” the movie, “Transformers” is “Citizen Kane.”
“G.I. Joe” ended up going direct to video, because of “Transformers” poor performance, and this is reason enough to be thankful for “Transformer’s” existence.
The problems with this film, I’ve always felt could be summed up with the clever way in which the character played by Burgess Meredith plays. He just shows up suddenly, and says, “Know that I am Golobulus.” And then we do.
No one in either universe is going to have a normal name, admittedly. Transformers characters are named for car parts, despite being from a far distant planet which they left millions of years ago, and G.I. Joe is basically a cross between the military and the village people. All the same, I can’t say the name Golobulus without laughing. It is a testament to Burgess Meredith’s acting abilities that he was able to do so.
Okay, so maybe that’s a personal thing — I’ve got one better reason why this film is terrible. The concept behind it is that there’s this race of beings who pre-date humankind, and have been alive for hundreds of thousands of years. They live in a completely organic society. Basically, they’re hippies, who happen to have a bit more austere view of the world, and are, you know, snake like.
Now, they decide to try and turn the planet back into it’s pre-humanity state, the US Military, lead by the Indian, the Construction Worker, the Cop, and Snake Eyes, come in, and kill them all. Wipe it out.
So, basically, the message is that nature is evil, and the US armed forces are here to destroy it. Which to my mind is probably not the message that should have been given to young people. But okay.
On top of this, the plot centers around both sides trying to get their hands on something called the BET (Broadcast Energy Transmitter), which seems a poor choice for the writers, given that the most prominent established African American character in the film, Roadblock, is a pretty offensive caricature, who is apparently incapable of speaking in any way other than rhyme, and the newest African American character introduced for the film is a basketball player. Perhaps it would have been a better idea to either focus on characters like Stalker, the second in charge of the team from the original miniseries. Or, if it’s really not possible to write a character that doesn’t show a highly limited view of the African American community, maybe it would have been better to not let the same name as the established BET (Black Entertainment Television Network) anywhere near the script.
And then Duke gets hurt in a way that no one should ever walk away from, but because of the financial failure of Transformers (which was assumed to be because of the death toll), the powers that be decided to include a lovely little voice over of “he’s going to be okay.” It reminds me of the scenes in “Battle for the Planets” where they would freeze frame, and have the character say “Oh, he’s stunned. He’s not dead. I swear, really, he’s stunned.”
Now, I had high hopes for the new “Transformers” film at one point. I can tell you the point. We saw the trailer, and I saw “Steven Spielburg” and I though “Fantastic,” and then I saw “presents a film by,” and I thought “It’s still good, it’s still good, it’s only a little -” and then I saw “Michael Bay.” But then, a few weeks went by, and I saw a new preview. This preview included footage of Starscream, and I thought, “ooooh, this looks good.” And then, this week, I heard what I hear is going to be the theme song, and immediately hoped that they switch to “The Touch,” by Stan Bush. I’m still going to see it, but I’m terrified. I’m dumbfounded. I’m Golobulus.