“TotalFilm recently interviewed the actress and asked her how she would stop the villainous Megatron from demolishing the planet. Fox first said that she would “make a deal with him,” adding: “and instead of the entire planet, can you just take out all of the white trash, hillbilly, anti-gay, super bible-beating people in Middle America?”
I guess Fox is not too worried about losing acting gigs due to her comments. She previously stated that she will keep getting cast in movies and doesn’t need to be a good actress, because Hollywood is superficial and she happens to be good-looking.”
Wow. All I can say is, girl, save your money. Invest wisely, because nobody is ever going to hire you for your brains or your talent, and that body will only last so long.
I’ll admit, I enjoyed the first Transformers. Giant Robots Fight, enough said. Then I watched it again recently with my son for his birthday on DVD. I realized that like most Michael Bay big explosion movies, the human interaction in between the action scenes are rather painful. Really, how many of us have this on DVD, and don’t skip most of the scenes? Hmm… humans, humans, humans, ahh giant robots! Play!
For example, listen to the dialog of the soldiers in the opening bit aboard the V22 Osprey. Hey, let’s throw some stereotypes together! “I can’t wait to get back to Fenway and eat a hotdog. Not me, I’m the handsome white guy, and I so dearly miss my baby. Whoo Wee I gots to eat me some aligator! Yee Haw!”
Then you’ve got the whole asinine family interactions, and scenes that go on far too long. Look, we don’t care. Make the giant robots fight. I don’t care about your stupid dog. I don’t care about your homework. I don’t care that Shia is a horny teenager. Whatever. Make the giant robots FIGHT already!
Then you’ve got the Anthony Anderson character… because remember, it is us despised middle-Americans that are racist. Not Hollywood… They’d never perpetuate a negative stereotype… “Grandma don’t like no PO-Leese in the house! I done ate up all them doughnuts ’cause now they know I ain’t guilty!” Then he immediatly betrays his friend. “Ooooh, I done ate me too many of dem doughnuts!”
And back to our brain-surgeon, Megan Fox? She was the worst. Many people liked Megan Fox in the first move as eye candy, despite the fact that she can’t act, and her delivery is so wooden that it made the 1980s Transformer’s cartoons look like Masterpiece Theater. Yes, she is hot, in a sleazy, Kid Rock video kind of way. I find it ironic that she’s bashing us middle-Americans as white trash hillbillys, when she looks strangely like the meth-fried village-bicycles I saw in various Alabama trailer parks. Look, if I wanted to watch a no-talent hack who was just easy on the eyes, I’d rent porn, and then I wouldn’t have to suffer through her trying to string coherant sentances together either.
I did like the heroic Donald Rumsfeld character, you got me there.
So now we’ve got Transformers 2. I’ll skip the theater, just because now that I’m aware of how much the dialog is going to drag, and the newness of the giant robots is gone. I’ll just watch it on DVD so I can skip the insipid humans, and the dreck that passes for story, and go right to Optimus Prime hitting things. And I’ll make sure I borrow the DVD or get a bootleg, because sorry, Megan, you dimwit, you aren’t getting a dime of my white-trash hillybilly bible-thumping money.