transformers act like ammunition, bullets, rounds, shells .... are free
do they like have a cold fusion reactor inside them that rapidly generates all the metals and chemicals needed to make shells, casing, cordite etc and stamp/press them live, into cartridges, in realtime ? like that kid in my school once told me -there's a gun, called the Equalizer, and it never runs out of bullets because it keeps splitting the bullets in half . I'm sure he didn't know infinite series - this was third grade or something ...
alien technology of the highest kind, and they are modelled after human primitives in that they fight with fists , one unholy clanknarok
the gems in the steaming pile of cerebral disconnect are john malkovich, john turturo, alan tudyk ...Turturo's Agent Seymour is not just a character, but a way of life !!!
"this is our home, we must defend it !!" yells Optimus ,falling down on, and destroying all real estate in a wide area around him
oh yeah, apparently all galaxies know and converse regularly in the language of a small island on earth with bad food and weather, and immense colonising armies and navies (and mary poppins of course)
the first sam witwicky movie evokes the memories of the national treasure movie. arctic ice caps , ships, something lost historically...and while i love the mark wahlberg ones, not for one moment is he convincing as an _inventor_ , that too in _robotics_ - at one point he even says "this took some cade genius" ... other than sheldon, i don't think any scientist/inventor calls themselves 'genius' (incidentally that's how i figured the transformer movies were fiction, and not tech documentaries like i originally thought ...)
on the alien ship, they find a sword, which can be cocked like a pump gun, fires rounds like a carbine, and never runs out of ammo. seriously. no sprained brain cells here
marky mark in shooter was the best ever role for the man. suited him to a T
all my life, on sunday evenings, when the roads empty out, silence has snuck back in, and the world has receded coz of all the nothing we did on saturday, the pit of gloom starts building at 3 pm. since one is not working on one's own enterprise (and hence autonomy and salvation) , one is indebted to the ones providing a job, and on the hook, and they never let you free enough to build your own, so sunday evenings is when the leash-cum-umblical-cord is drying up. i would typically go to someone more plugged in, and working on something so that i would feel connected. nowadays, there is no one to connect with...
anyways, there's no movie like Battleship to match human agency and military swag and alien warfare
